My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I felt the onset of a headache as well as cramps in my lower abdomen. I was in shock, and my voice was trembling. "Hendrix, stop, I... I'm bleeding!" He froze and looked down, only to see a pool of blood at my feet.

I was twitching from the pain. I gripped hard onto his arms as sweat rolled down my forehead, urging, "Quick, bring me to the hospital!"

This time, the pain felt different.

Hendrix's excitement was instantly snuffed out. With his eyes downcast, he hastily wiped up the fluid on my skin and carried me out of the bathroom.

He set me down on the bed and helped me get dressed. Then, he phoned Josiah. I grabbed at his clothes in agony and yelled, "There's no time. Take me to the hospital!" "F*ck!" Hearing Hendrix cursing was a first for me.

As he carried me to the car and started the engine, his pupils were blank and his lips were tightly pursed. It was impossible to tell how he was feeling at the moment.

He sped to the hospital, running many red lights along the way. As he carried me into the hospital, several nurses came up to us with a gurney.

"What's going on?" someone among the panic-stricken crowd asked.

Hendrix glanced icily at me and questioned, "Arianna, do you want to tell them, or do you want me to do the honors?"

My pulse quickened and I broke out in a cold sweat, but I couldn't think straight due to the severe pain. I hurriedly grabbed at the nurse and exclaimed, "The baby is only two months old and there are signs of miscarriage, please save my child!"

The nurse nodded and reassured me, "Don't worry. Quick, send her into the OR!"

Amidst the panic, I slipped into unconsciousness.

My heart was filled with regret. I was careless, and I thought I'd be fine after pulling through so many times.

However...

When I came to my senses again, the sky was already dark.

The face of a strong and mighty man greeted my eyes. Under his eyelids were faint sparkles of green, and a faint stubble adorned his chin. How long had he been here?

All that I saw around me was white. The pristine white of a hospital ward.

Instinctively, I reached for my abdomen, feeling uneasy. Fortunately, the pain was gone, and the bump was still there.

"You're finally awake," the man's voice rumbled as he spoke.

I was stunned momentarily. However, Hendrix had already left my bedside and was getting a glass of water at one end of the room.

Setting the cup down on the bedside table, he offered, "Do you want some water?"

I couldn't see through him, thus I asked tentatively, "Is the child still alive?"

He glared at me, sending chills down my spine. My heart leaped into my mouth as I nervously awaited his answer.

After a brief respite, he changed the topic. "How long were you going to hide it from me?"

I was at a loss for words. I couldn't afford to quarrel with him right now, so I scrunched my face in anger till my eyes turned red. "Andrea was forcing you to get rid of it, Hendrix. But I couldn't bear to do it..."

Sensing his displeasure, I continued, "I didn't want to lie to you. If you're against it, we can file for a divorce. Then, we can go our separate ways. Don't worry, I won't let this affect your future with Andrea." "Arianna!" He was furious, his dark eyes glinting with bloodlust. He seethed, "Do you really think that I'm so unsightly that I'm not worthy of being the father to your child?"

Hearing this, I was startled. "No." I stammered, "I'm just worried that you'll choose Andrea over the child..."