My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Aaron gasped in pain and pinched the space between his eyebrows to protest. "I'm a patient. Can you be gentler?"

Emma was indifferent and picked up an apple to peel it.

Aaron felt snubbed and tried to find a way out. "Don't mind your sister-in-law. She's jealous. What did you cook? Take it out."

I quickly got up and set up the table on the bed. "I made some stew and two light dishes. The doctor said you should watch what you eat."

As expected, Aaron would not be able to enjoy any good food for the next few months.

Aaron didn't mind it at all, probably because he didn't want to make me feel guilty. He scooped up a spoonful of chicken stew and put it into his mouth. "Hmm, there's progress. Arianna, you can take full charge of my patient meals from now on." Feeling a lump in my throat, I subconsciously nodded my head like a rattle-drum and said, "Okay, I'll cook all sorts of dishes for you every day."

Aaron calmly accepted your offer. "Thank you so much. Haha..."

her head and deliberately teased him, "Someone won't even let other people touch a strand of his sister's hair, yet doesn't have that demeanour in private. You only know how to

"If you are willing to

gave in. He put his head down and continued to eat his

an accident, and his hands were still in good condition. He was still the young master who behaved like a gentleman in front

kind of consideration that the couple gave me. After all, there was something

when I thought that avoiding this topic would be a conventional tacit understanding,

that b*stard, played dirty just because he can't beat me. Next time, I will never let him have the chance again," Aaron said while eating. With a tremble of his hand, some stew splashed on his

and wiped his mouth roughly.

Emma then used

his face again and again. Finally, she examined

frowned. After he had regained his freedom, he began to talk with ease. "Launching a surprise attack? They should ask around how I, Aaron,