My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix didn't even look up at me. Just as I lifted my fork and knife, he put his cutlery down, wiped his mouth with a napkin and uttered calmly, "I will help Irvin. The condition is that you're not allowed to meet him before giving birth."

I was flattered. I didn't expect that Hendrix would put their disagreement aside all of a sudden. "Are you serious?"

Hendrix put down the napkin and glanced at me with a serious and cold expression. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

At that moment, it seemed as if we were back to those years when we just got married. We were always trying to provoke the other, speaking to each other with sarcasm in our voices to prove that the other party was wrong.

I could understand what Hendrix was doing. If Andrea was the one who needed help at that time, I might be more scornful than him.

something for Irvin and not turn a blind eye, but it has to be within our ability. You know that Irvin saved my life. If he can't lead a good life, I'll feel indebted to him

if Irvin doesn't live in harmony and happiness?" Feelings were complicated. It was a

to quarrel with him, so I tried my best to reply politely, "No, we're married and will soon have our own children. I don't want to have regrets toward Irvin, so I want to help him. Hendrix, you know

a rough tone. He stood up and loomed over me, "I'm clear about that, so you don't have to remind me again

that, Hendrix walked out without

I didn't know why things turned out to be that

out of the kitchen when she saw Hendrix leaving. She came over and asked with concern, "Young Master Hendrix didn't sleep all night. Is he going back to the

busy working in the study all

door, sighing heavily. We were married for so long,

believe that Hendrix was throwing a tantrum. However, he was unable to keep his