My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Evan did not reply for a long time until Emma came.

The news of Aaron's assault was in the headlines. Although it was not detailed, Emma still found out from the scene of the accident. After inquiring about it, she came straight to the hospital.

I was going to inform her after Aaron's fever subsided so that she wouldn't be worried. But when she pushed the door open and came in, I didn't know what to say and stood up awkwardly. Emma did not pay much attention to me. She was relieved after she checked on Aaron's condition and confirmed that he was alive.

"You should have told me yesterday." As Emma was afraid of waking Aaron up, her voice was so soft that I could barely hear it.

I did not know how much blame was hidden in her words, but I felt guilty and lowered my head. "I'm sorry..."

"I'm his wife." Emma interrupted me and looked at Aaron on the hospital bed. Her seemingly calm face was full of affection. She ridiculed, "If he knew that I was late, he would nag me for a while." Emma had always been independent and tenacious in my eyes. However, at this moment, she looked so gentle as if the whole world could be saved with just a smile.

I understood then how they had made it to the end. In Aaron's long and bold life, Emma was his harbor.

She didn't blame me. She knew that Aaron would not make things difficult for me either. Hence, she didn't say anything at all. She comforted me in a few words, and dispelled my worries.

I wore a bitter smile on my face. How shameless I am! Why would I feel uncomfortable at someone who had helped Aaron look for me for six years?

I'll take it from here,"

said so. I thought it was proper to give them more time to be with each other. Hence, I didn't say anything more. I told her some things and then

past the road where the accident had happened, I could still see the tire tracks left by the sudden brake. The bloodstains at the spot where Aaron had fallen had already disappeared.

a lingering

so strong that the image of Aaron being beaten up appeared in my mind as soon as I lay on the bed. I couldn't fall

hours, I got up to wash my face. I was going to make some food for Emma and send it to the hospital. Aaron had always been a picky

and

instead. He said

had a special flavor.

hours. When I was about to go out, I glanced at my phone. There was no reply from Evan. I didn't know if he was ignoring me

the effect of the anaesthetic had subsided. Aaron and Emma were talking, "It's good to have a wife. It's worth it to lie down and be served." Emma did

not help but

breath and mustered up my courage. Then I walked in with the thermal lunch

in normally,