My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix's hands were suspended mid-air, and he had no intention of withdrawing them back. He decided to negotiate with me. "Just a sip?"

"No way," I rejected him firmly. I had been receiving injections for a while now. Although the injection was not painful, I still felt tired of it and didn't want to give up halfway to have to restart the entire process again.

Hendrix frowned and pretended to be pitiful. "My mouth feels tasteless."

Seeing him behaving in such a manner, my heart softened, but almost in an instant, I regained my senses. I lifted my chin, pointed to the tray of soup on the cabinet and said, "No. Drink the soup. Madam Parker said that it's good for you."

Hendrix raised his eyebrows and looked over as if he was considering drinking the soup. "If I drink the soup and something happens, will you be responsible?"

"You..." Ugh! Could he stop thinking about doing that stuff for once?

From the looks of it, Hendrix seemed to have to decide on making a choice between the wine or the soup.

If he drank the wine, all our efforts would be for no reason. I still hoped that our children could be healthier.

I agreed bluntly,

use my hands anyway. It was not like I had

have continued to negotiate for more. But as soon as he heard that, he immediately ran over and drank the soup in one go. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

Hendrix turned toward me, looking at me with a suggestive gaze. "Ah, I told you. See?

even pass after

even give me any chance to react. He strode over and carried me into

hour, my hands were sore. Only then did

wash my hands. Hendrix also followed suit. He hugged me from behind, and gently

that s*xual abilities gradually declined with age? What was wrong

It's your fault for seducing me." Hendrix said with a

did I ever sedu... you?!" I said as I shook off Hendrix's hand

could he put all the blame

as he chuckled softly. "Didn't you? Don't you know that by just

I was dumbstruck.