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.

while, I agreed bluntly, "Fine

use my hands anyway. It was not like I had never done

ran over and drank the soup in one go. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

me with a suggestive gaze. "Ah,

pass after Hendrix drank the

take back my words. Hendrix didn't even give me any chance to react. He strode over and carried me into the

my hands were sore. Only then did Hendrix call it

and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Hendrix also followed suit. He hugged me from behind, and gently washed my hands for me. "Why does

abilities gradually declined with age? What was

with a faint tone, but

I shook off Hendrix's hand and turned to look

was not manly at all! How could he put all the blame

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

I was dumbstruck.