My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I realized something was amiss only after I finished speaking. What on earth did I just say!

Amos didn't answer as he frowned and pretended to be reading the medical record. I was so ashamed that my face flushed red. Then, I looked up at Hendrix. He held back his laughter and noticed that I was looking at him, so he quickly regained his composure, raising his hand and stroking my head to comfort me.

But it was too late.

Freya seemed to be enjoying the fun. Even though I didn't turn around to look at her, I could still hear her suppressed laughter and could also imagine how much she wanted to laugh out loud at that moment!

I was totally and utterly embarrassed. It was one thing to humiliate myself in front of Hendrix, but it was more embarrassing that Freya had witnessed this too.

After that, according to the test results, Amos prescribed a list of female hormones that I would have to be injected with and gave us instructions to head to the nurse station for injection.

When I left the office, Amos pulled aside and reminded me, "Mrs. Roberts, I know that with a husband like Mr. Roberts, it is tough to undergo abstinence throughout this treatment period. If it's too difficult for you to be free of lust, you can discuss with Mr. Roberts about sleeping separately for a period of time."

I was too ashamed to answer. I blushed and merely nodded in agreement, then fled the scene quickly.

door. When he saw that there was something wrong with my expression, he stepped

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your wife to rest. He doesn't want her to feel too tired at

as a warning. Only then did Freya make a zipping motion with her mouth, a sly

patted me on my back

treating the excessively thin inner wall of the uterus, also known as the endometrium. It would last for

was a clean freak, and he did not allow me to undergo the injection in a public hospital, so he brought the prescription

advantages of private hospitals was that there

considered a person of a higher social status. As soon as we arrived at the injection department, a nurse followed us and took care of us. The process was smooth. In just ten minutes, we

charged by private hospitals were slightly high,

of the injection department. When we entered the corridor, we ran into Sawyer in front of an

changed his hairstyle and seemed more mature. He already had the air of confidence

when they saw us.

He had always been