My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 4

Bumping into a narrow corridor, Josiah was stunned when he saw me. He straightened his clothes and

said, "Miss Reid, I'm here to treat Andrea."

Josiah was Hendrix's best buddy. There was a saying that one would know how much a man cared for

the woman by just observed how close his friends treat the woman.-

Without even looking at the attitude, and just by listening to how he addressed me, it always seemed

like 'Miss Reid' was the only way to call me.

How polite and distant!

Well, I shouldn't be noticing too many details in this, otherwise it would bother me for long. Therefore, I

forced a smile and excused myself, "Sure, go in!"

Sometimes I really envy Andrea a lot. With just a few tears, she could have the warmth and care that I

couldn't get even if I worked hard for the rest of my life.

After going back to the bedroom, I found a set of Hendrix's unworn clothes. Then I took them and went

down to the living room.

Josiah treated Andrea very quickly. He measured her body temperature and prescribed some

antipyretics. Soon, he was ready to leave.

When he went downstairs, he saw me standing in the living room. Then, he smiled awkwardly. "It's late.

Miss Reid, aren't you heading to bed?"

"I'll sleep soon!" I handed the clothes in my hand to him and said, "Your clothes are wet, and it's still

raining outside. It's best to change into a set of clean ones before you leave so that you won't catch a

cold."

Probably because he didn't expect that I would offer him clothes, he was stunned for a while. Then he

smiled and said, "It's alright, I'm strong, so I'll be fine!"

I shoved the clothes to him and said, "Hendrix had never worn this, even the price tag is still there.

Since both of your body figures are similar, just put it on!"

After that, I went upstairs and returned to the bedroom.

In fact, I was not that kind. When my grandmother was hospitalized, the chief surgeon was Josiah. He Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

was an internationally famous doctor. If it weren't for Roberts, he wouldn't have agreed to perform

surgery on my grandmother, and I guessed the clothes could be regarded as repaying his kindness.

The next day.

Early in the morning, the air was filled with a hint of the taste after the heavy rain. Waking up early had

always been my habit. After washing up, I went downstairs and saw Hendrix was in the kitchen with

Andrea.

Having a black apron wrapped around his elongated body, Hendrix stood by the stove while frying

some eggs. His stern and cold aura seemed to be replaced by his warmth.

At this moment, Andrea kept staring at him with her sparkling black eyes. It seemed like her fever had

just recovered. Looking closely, there was a tint of blush on her cheeks and they made her looked

attractive.

"Hendrix, I want my eggs to be a little burnt." As she spoke, Andrea stuffed a strawberry into Hendrix's

mouth and continued, "But not too burnt, or it'll taste bitter."

Chewing on the strawberries, Hendrix looked at her with his dark eyes. Although he did not say a single

word, I could see from far that he was spoiling her with his eyes that full of love.

What a gorgeous man and a stunning woman, they really looked good together!

It was actually pretty sweet to see such a warm and romantic scene when they had a rosy interaction.

"Aren't they perfect for each other?" A voice came behind me. I was shocked to see Josiah here. But I

remembered that it was raining heavily last night, and Andrea was having a high fever, so Hendrix

would definitely not let him go back.

"Good morning!" I smiled and noticed the clothes he was wearing. They were the ones I gave him last

night.

Seeing what I was looking at, he raised his eyebrows and smiled. "It fitted me well, thank you."

I shook my head and said, "No problem. I bought this for Hendrix, but he never wore it."

We were probably too loud so Andrea noticed and called us, "Arianna, Josiah, you guys are awake.

Hendrix has fried some eggs. Come and join us!"

She sounded as if she was the matriarch of this house.

I smiled lightly and said, "It is alright. There're some bread and milk I bought yesterday in the

refrigerator. You may drink more since you're recovering." After all, I had lived here for two years,

Hendrix's and my name were on the house proprietary certificate.

No matter how weak and helpless I was, I would not allow anyone to take over my territory.