My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1577

I realized something was amiss only after I finished speaking. What on earth did I just say!

Amos didn't answer as he frowned and pretended to be reading the medical record. I was so ashamed that my face flushed red. Then, I looked up at Hendrix. He held back his laughter and noticed that I was looking at him, so he quickly regained his composure, raising his hand and stroking my head to comfort me.

But it was too late.

Freya seemed to be enjoying the fun. Even though I didn't turn around to look at her, I could still hear her suppressed laughter and could also imagine how much she wanted to laugh out loud at that moment!

I was totally and utterly embarrassed. It was one thing to humiliate myself in front of Hendrix, but it was more embarrassing that Freya had witnessed this too.

After that, according to the test results, Amos prescribed a list of female hormones that I would have to be injected with and gave us instructions to head to the nurse station for injection.

When I left the office, Amos pulled aside and reminded me, "Mrs. Roberts, I know that with a husband like Mr. Roberts, it is tough to undergo abstinence throughout this treatment period. If it's too difficult for you to be free of lust, you can discuss with Mr. Roberts about sleeping separately for a period of time."

I was too ashamed to answer. I blushed and merely nodded in agreement, then fled the scene quickly.

Hendrix was waiting at the door. When he saw that there was something wrong with my expression, he stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Did Dr. Jules reprimand you again?"

I shook my head and was too embarrassed to look at him. "No."

Freya went straight to the point and teased me, "Dr. Jules wants your wife to rest. He doesn't want her to feel too tired at night..."

"Tsk!" I rolled my eyes at her as a warning. Only then did Freya make a zipping motion with her mouth, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Hendrix did not say anything. He gently patted me on my back and brought me to the nurse station.

These hormones were mainly for treating the excessively thin inner wall of the uterus, also known as the endometrium. It would last for a period of time. Only when the endometrium reached a certain level of thickness could we officially begin the IVF.

Hendrix was a clean freak, and he did not allow me to undergo the injection in a public hospital, so he brought the prescription to a private hospital for examination.

One of the advantages of private hospitals was that there were fewer people waiting.

Hendrix was considered a person of a higher social status. As soon as we arrived at the injection department, a nurse followed us and took care of us. The process was smooth. In just ten minutes, we were all done, saving a lot of time compared to waiting in the public hospital.

Therefore, although the fees charged by private hospitals were slightly high, they also had their benefits.

Hendrix helped me out of the injection department. When we entered the corridor, we ran into Sawyer in front of an obstetrics and gynecology consultation room.

He was holding onto Raiya. It was less than a year since I last saw him, but Sawyer had changed his hairstyle and seemed more mature. He already had the air of confidence that usually accompanied the head of a family.

They were all smiles when they saw us. Raiya greeted us politely, "Arianna, Hendrix."

Hendrix nodded and said nothing. He had always been indifferent when it came to interpersonal relationships.

I noticed Raiya's hand was placed on her lower abdomen and asked her with a smile, "Is there... any good news?"

Raiya glanced at Sawyer bashfully, who nodded at her. She then looked at her abdomen and smiled sweetly, "That's right. I'm only two weeks along, so it's still a little fetus in there."

The arrival of a new life was so joyful without any reason. I could understand how pleased they were at the moment.

"Congratulations." I was sincerely happy for them.

Even Sawyer had gotten married and was now expecting a child. It seemed that everything was destined to come to an end.

For some reason, I thought of lan.