My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 220

Soon, his breath quickened, and he was roused. But unexpectedly, he held back, looking deep into my

eyes as he asked, "Who is he?"

Thankfully, it seemed that there was still some rationality left in him.

Yet, the awful smell of alcohol and cigarettes was putting me off. I stared at him expressionlessly. "Will

you believe me if I tell you?"

He nodded softly, but his gaze and face were unfathomable.

"He was a college friend, and he came to Ucrebury for some business. I was just there to pick him up,"

I didn't mention my struggles as nothing has been officially diagnosed. It was pointless to bring it up.

Otherwise, people would say that I was being melodramatic.

He leaned in closer to me, his lips inches from mine. "Do you still have me in here?" His tone was

gentle as he put his hand on my chest where my heart would be.

Surprised at the question, I choked up an answer in a tiny voice, "Of course. It has always been only NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

you!"

Hendrix lifted my chin softly and we stared into each other's eyes. Not holding back any desire, he

pressed his warm lips on mine, kissing me hard and deep.

A flush of memories appeared, and I wasn't feeling it anymore. I pulled him away and suggested, "Let's

go to the bathroom."

His disappointment was written on his face. I bit my lips, unable to comprehend the mixed feelings in

me. I was ill, and I couldn't really tell anyone about it.

"Okay."

Hendrix held me as we entered the bathroom. He had probably suppressed himself for a long time as

he was in a rush. Panting hard, he pushed me against the wall and went down on me.

Startled, I yelped and shook my head, "Hendrix, n-no!"

He held me steady, and his voice hoarse, "Be good, let's give it a try. You can't always rely on the

water!"

I shook my head again and firmly repeated, "No!"

Seeing that I wasn't giving in, he paused.

"Just endure a little longer!" he insisted again in the hope of convincing me.

I bit my lips, nauseated at the thought of it. I begged, "Hendrix, please stop!"

There was no point forcing it if it was uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, I had already pushed him away, only to catch a glimpse of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

At that moment, guilt crept up in me. Yet all I could do was apologize despairingly, "I'm sorry. You... You

can go to Andrea for that."

I meant what I said. It seemed that I couldn't even provide him the bare minimum of sexual intimacy as

a married couple.

This kind of marriage wouldn't last long.

I left straight to the bedroom without looking back at Hendrix. I took a quick shower and got on the bed.

My mind was all over the place by then.

Soon later, Hendrix followed behind. The running water's sound can be heard in the bedroom, and he

was in it for about an hour.

After he wiped himself dry, Hendrix laid beside me and pulled me in for a cuddle. He murmured, "Let's

see a doctor after you gave birth."

I couldn't say a word. Thousands of words kept unexpressed, and my heart hurt from the emotions I

carried.

"What if I can't recover from it?" I mumbled, knowing that it was a trauma that had rooted in me.

"You will be fine!" Hendrix reassured me as he squeezed my hand softly.

There was a long silence in the bedroom before Hendrix's breathing eventually became heavy but

consistent. He had fallen asleep.

Lying on the bed, I stayed wide awake and contemplated if I should talk about this to Ian.

The weather was hot in the afternoon. Being in Hendrix's arms, the warmth from his body started to

make me sweat. I tried to move away from him.

Hendrix held me firmly and half- awake, he said, "Don't move. Stay with me for a while. I didn't sleep

well last night."

I was hand-tied.

Hendrix probably didn't sleep all night the night before. Although I wasn't sleepy at first, I still dozed off

since I was locked in his arms. The sun had already set when Hendrix and I both woke up.