My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

If I was lucky enough, I could have met a kind-hearted driver. It was windy and pouring, and it was strong enough to blow away the umbrella in my hand. Also, my clothes were all wet due to the strong wind after a few steps of walking.

Perhaps my luck was really bad. I had been walking for quite a long way, but still couldn't see any car passed by. The cold made me feel a sense of pain in my lower abdomen. Hence, I could only walk for a few steps until I can't take it anymore because the pain was getting intense.

Afraid that something bad might have happened to the baby, I stopped walking. I put myself in a squat position while clutching my stomach with my hands. I put my hand in the pocket, intending to get my phone out until I realized it was not there. Oh d*mn, I could have left it in the car previously.

I had been walking for quite a distance and it would be impossible to get back to the car due to the stomach pain. I tried to grab the stone pier and forced myself to walk along the way. It was just a few steps away and I broke out in a cold sweat, thus I could only continue squatting.

I vaguely felt something warm was flowing between my legs. This made me terrified, thinking that the baby might be in danger.

The old fairy tale said that girls were made of sweets and spices and everything nice, and they were about the same as angels.

But not all girls were made of confectioneries and wonderful things. Some girls were born to face all the disasters and challenges in the world, and they were overwhelmed by torture and pain.

"Shriek..." By the time I heard a car stopping by, I was so dizzy that I couldn't even open my eyes and I looked up in a daze.

Black Jeep, Hendrix Roberts.

These few keywords came to my mind. I knew it was Hendrix so I used all the strength I had to stand up.

Perhaps due to long hours of squatting and dizziness, I fell backward.

"Foolish woman!" A man whispered in his low deep voice. I tried to open my eyes several times but I did not have enough strength for that. My consciousness told me it was Hendrix who carried me into the car Then, I turned unconscious.

The next time I came to my senses, I felt a bit confused as I was surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness. It took me some time to realize that I was in the hospital.

As I moved my body, it was extremely painful.

I subconsciously stretched my hand out to reach my lower abdomen.

"Don't worry, the baby is fine!" The words hit me out of a sudden and I was shocked. It was Josiah who stood beside me and I was too stunned to say a word for the moment.

After a pause, I said, "You..." But my throat hurt so much that I could not even continue to say, "Why are you here?"

He was aware of that so he raised his eyebrows and turned around to get me a cup of water. He then walked towards me and lifted me up. I resisted by supporting myself on my elbows and tried to stay away from him.

He just ignored my actions and brought the glass of water to my mouth to feed me, I reached for the glass of water and he avoided me, "Just drink!"

If that was the case, I could say no more.

After a few sips, I somehow felt slightly better.

After putting me back on the bed, he put the glass of water down. Then, I looked at him and said, "Thank you!"

He looked down and played with his phone while merely answered 'Hm'.

I spoke after a moment of hesitation, "Does Hendrix know about the child?" If I was not mistaken, Hendrix was the one who brought me to the hospital last night. Since Josiah knew about this, then Hendrix should have known as well.

He stopped playing on the phone and he stared at me. His eyes narrowed and he asked, "Are you not intending to let him know?"