My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 703

He smiled faintly and kissed me on the forehead. His voice was low and magnetic, "What were you thinking about?"

I shook my head. I was already on top of him, so I lifted my arms, wrapping them around his neck and smiled, "You!"

His black eyes looked so pure and attractive. His warm lips dropped on mine, and his voice was rough when he asked, "Did you come up with something?"

"The man in front of me is my sweetheart!" I smiled, and my eyes curved into a crescent moon.

He laughed with his head down. The hand that held me tightened, "Evan brought some food, are you hungry?"

"A little!" Lying on top of him, I felt a little lazy. I tilted my head as I said, "Has your meeting ended?"

He had already picked me up. Perhaps I was too light for him, he swayed me in his arms and added, "You're too thin."

I did not say a word. He carried me into the office. Evan glanced at us, lowered his head and retreated out.

He placed me on his thighs and had no plans of letting me go. He pulled me closer. "What do you want to eat?"

I looked at the dishes and saw that they were all stewed; everything smelled and looked appetizing.

I struggled to get down from his thighs, but he held me down, "Aren't you going to reward me?"

I couldn't help laughing as I leaned into his shoulder, "What kind of reward do you want?"

He raised his eyebrows. Gosh, he was so handsome. "You should at least please me," he uttered.

I lifted my head and kissed him on the lips. In a soft voice, I asked, "How's this for a reward?"

He smiled, his eyes filled with affection, and his tone became gentler, "Sweet!"

"Sweet?" I could not help looking at the table. I was famished.

"Lips!" He said and kissed me mercilessly.

What was time but something to be spent amusing one another?

He gave me a smile and said, "When I saw you in Hovell, I made up my mind to stay in Hovell forever. The night I moved into your house, I woke up in the middle of the night and went to your bedroom. To make sure that you were alive, I placed my fingers under your nose a few times to check your breathing before I left."

I never thought that I would hear Hendrix telling me these.

It was as if my heart had been clenched and grasped tightly, making it impossible for me to breathe.

Lying on his chest, it took me a long time to find my own voice. "I'm sorry!"

The past four years had been redemption for me, but torment for him.

It would be a lie to say that I never missed him in the past four years. In the dead of the night, I would wake up with sweat beaded on my forehead. In my dream, his back and the badly mutilated figure of a child brought me pain and nostalgia, so I sealed everything up in the past.

That was right!

It was impossible for people with depression to be cured. However, as long as I remained conscious of my thoughts, those who I loved, and those who I wanted to protect would not be left out in the cold.