My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix, who was watching from aside, made his way towards Andrea. He looked at Andrea and said in his clear voice, "Why are you still awake?"

Andrea acted as if she was unaware of his presence before that. She was delicate and coy at the moment, and she tugged the end of his shirt as soon as she saw Hendrix in order to pull him to sit on the edge of the bed. She hugged him and said, "Uh...I've slept too much during the day, so I can't fall asleep. Why are you here?"

"I came to see you!" Hendrix looked at me as he spoke to Andrea. His gaze fell on the back of my hand and he frowned before he ordered, "Go and treat the wound."

The words sounded aloof, and it did not show any sign of compassion or concern.

Andrea cuddled him with apology and guilt on her face, "I am sorry for being careless and scalded Arianna."

Hendrix stroked her hair, and his expression remained calm. Anyway, he did not seem to have any intention of blaming her.

My heart was beating fast as if I was no way to retreat, and my heartfelt so painful that I could hardly breathe. So I trudged out of the room.

In fact, losing the bet was within my expectation, but I still clung to the hope that Hendrix would probably give me a word out of concern, even when he just asked "Does it hurt?" was enough to make me stronger.

But in the end, I got nothing from him, not even a sight of sympathy.

I walked along the corridor until a barrel-chested man got in my way. It was Josiah, who frowned at me and slightly restrained his expression.

I couldn't get it, so I called him, "Doctor Saunders!"

Josiah looked at me. After some time, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

I felt a sudden gust of pain in my heart as if it had been punctured by a million times over by tiny pins. The tears had welled up from the corner of my eyes and I could feel the wind caressing my face, as it brought along the loneliness and emptiness.

Obviously, anyone would show concern as people would at least ask that. I couldn't understand why the man whom I had accompanied for two years did not even bother about this.

My hand was lifted up, and I wanted to withdraw it before it was pulled even harder.

"I'm a doctor!" Josiah said that so I could not resist his help. A doctor just could not stand seeing someone injured but did not offer help.

I knew he was not someone who always stuck his nose into other people's affairs. It was just that I am Hendrix's wife.

I followed him to the surgical room. He left some words to the nurse and looked at me, "Give your cooperation and get the bandage done."

I nodded and expressed my gratitude, "Thank you!" Josiah left and the nurse started to rinse my wound. Looking at the blisters on my hand, she looked glum as she said, It's quite severe and it may leave a scar on your hand."

"It doesn't matter!" I would just take this as a lesson.

Due to the blisters, the nurse had to poke it to clean the abscesses from the wound.

As the nurse afraid that I couldn't hold on any longer, she said, "It will hurt, so you have to endure it."

"Alright!"

Indeed, it was pain, but it was nothing compared to the hurt in my heart. I could feel my heart was being stretched and my chest was being squeezed in a vice.

The nurse then passed me some messages after she finished cleaning the wound. I was ready to go back to Andrea's room but I came to a stop when I overheard something from the stairs.

"Master Dalton has passed away. When are you going to divorce her?" It was Josiah's voice.

"You are talking about Arianna?" The man spoke in a low and cold voice. Without a doubt, it was Hendrix.

I made my way towards them, and I could see Hendrix was leaning against the balustrade with hands in the pockets. He was showing a cold expression as usual. On the other side, Josiah was holding a cigarette butt in between his fingers.

Josiah tapped the cigarette with his finger. Then he looked at Hendrix and said calmly, "You know that she's innocent, all she has done was to love you."

Hendrix looked up. He glanced at Josiah, and said coldly, "When did you start keeping your eyes on her?"

Upon hearing this, Josiah frowned and said, "You are overthinking. I'm just reminding you so you won't regret it in the future, nothing much than that. You should know that love doesn't stay eternity, no matter how deep it used to be."

Hendrix sneered, "Humph, I have never been longing for her love..."

I stopped eavesdropping. Enough was enough, I didn't need to hear it further, I've known the brutal truth from a long ago, why bother to hear him say it out loud.