My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Are you calm now?" Hendrix looked at me with a relaxed expression. "You can't stay out of this, and I don't intend to force you to, but I won't allow accidents to happen." Hendrix's expression was unpleasant. With just a look, I knew that he was being rational. In such a situation, being unreasonable would not work in my favor.

My consciousness urged me to argue back, but reason kept me in check. After the wedding, Hendrix seemed to be less forceful.

"Irvin won't die like this. When I have a certain degree of confirmation, I won't say a thing about your decision to stay or leave, even if you want to be by his side to care for him." Hearing this, I raised my gaze in surprise, but he had already turned to face the elevator door. He looked calm, and I could not tell if he was happy or angry at the moment.

Did I hallucinate Hendrix taking the initiative to allow me to care for Irvin?

"Ding!"

When the elevator door opened, Hendrix turned around, took my hand, and walked out.

We drove out of the hospital's parking lot, but not in the direction towards our home.

"Where are we going?" My brain was a hazy mess.

"Aurelia called home and said she wanted to have some dessert tonight." Hendrix had his eyes on the road, but there was a faint smile on his face.

from many life and death incidents. Sympathy was not going to change

should not turn a blind eye to everything I had while feeling sorry for

"Eating dessert

was a lifelong pursuit for women, and they could not be careless

relieve one's mood. I'm not spoiling my child, but my wife. It's not

for your daughter, but you're trying to flatter

course I will!" No one could

took his arm

store was well-arranged

different styles of desserts,

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Each section had

light shining down on

desserts and a constant

temperature system. Everything

like pieces of art under