My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1900

I tasted something pungent and salty in my mouth. Hendrix's arm was injured, and blood was gushing out of it. In my poisoned state, I had no strength left at all. Hendrix dragged me up with his injured hand and kept swimming for the shore with his other hand.

However, the waves were too strong. The explosives had detonated the pharmaceutical equipment on the island, worsening the strength of the ocean currents. Even with all of Hendrix's strength, we still couldn't get anywhere near the shore.

Seeing how Hendrix's injured hand was shaking violently from trying so desperately to hold onto me, I braced myself and used the last of my strength to push Hendrix away.

Almost instantly, the large waves rushed over and swallowed me whole.

I wanted to see him one last time. But in the end, even my simple wish couldn't be granted.

"According to the news report, Hendrix, the chairman of Roberts Group, attended the opening ceremony of the Oceana International School in person recently. The six-year-old boy who spoke as the student representative was rumored to look like him, and he was suspected to be his son, Wynn Roberts, who was raised in secret..."

Before I awoke, I heard a strange female voice that sounded like a newscaster.

As I opened my eyes, the dazzling white that came into view made me feel like a deer in the headlights. I closed my eyes again and waited for them to adapt to the bright light. It was only then I slowly took in the scene before me.

It was an unfamiliar and spacious ward. The sun was shining in from the outside, and the air smelled of disinfectants and sunshine. The place smelled rather nice.

A few nurses surrounded the table by the window. They were discussing the news that had just been broadcasted.

"How handsome do you think Hendrix's son would look?"

"I heard that the child is his ex-wife's. Now that the child is grown, it's time for them to reunite, right?"

"What? He already has a fiancee, what's there to talk about from the past? Like it matters anymore!"

"Well, let's stop gossiping during work. Hurry up, it's time to change the dressing. Be careful later, don't do it as rashly as you did the last time."

"Why the nerves? It's not like she's conscious."

"Shut up, that's not what a medical worker should say. You don't have to do it today. I'll take over instead!"

After the dispute, the older nurse approached the bed. My vision was still blurred, so I couldn't see her face clearly. I could only stare blankly at the moving figures. "Oh my god, come see!"

"What? Did a miracle happen?"

Two to three figures then filled my vision.

"She woke up! It's a miracle!"

"Get the doctor!"

I didn't quite understand what they

meant,

only felt tired from the

e.net

I blinked twice. Then, fell

asleep again.

When I woke up again, I heard a gentle and low male voice beside me. "Arianna, you're awake."

I swallowed hard and opened my mouth. My voice was so hoarse and low that only I could hear it. "Are you talking to me?"

He narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Yes, you're Arianna. Do you remember me?"

I shook my head and had no impression of him. "I

don't."

The man reached out his hand and rubbed the top of my head. "Then, we meet again. I'm your fiance, Irvin."

"Irvin?" I repeated his name again, and it felt like he was no stranger to me.

As he inched closer, everything felt natural as well. His tone and

mannerism, even his breathing, were gentle. His figure was beautiful against the light, as if the whole world had been made to fit him.

A familiar figure flashed across my mind. That figure beamed with the same sunshine and smiles, but was also accompanied by a sort of coldness.

Perhaps I was thinking too much. How could such a warm and sunny man feel so cold?

I smiled. "Hello there, my fiance."