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.

my cutlery down, controlled my expression, and responded in a solemn manner, "I want to do something for Irvin and not turn a blind eye, but it has to be within our ability. You know that Irvin saved my

and sneered. "So you're saying that you and I won't be happy if Irvin doesn't live in harmony and happiness?" Feelings were complicated. It was a simple matter,

have regrets toward Irvin, so I want to help him. Hendrix, you know

clear about that, so you don't have to remind me again and again. I'll solve this problem.

that, Hendrix walked out

was stupefied. I didn't know why

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 company right away?" "Didn't he go to the company

the study all night.

We were married for so long, yet he would still mistreat himself when we had a fight.

Hendrix was throwing a tantrum. However, he was