My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 410

When he saw that I had lost my temper, he walked towards me and smiled. "Isn't it good to be agreeable all the time?"

He picked me up and bit on my lips. I glared at him and thought. "He really wants to take advantage of me at any time and any moment."

In the bedroom.

Putting me on the bed, he did not get up, but said in a low and attractive voice, "Don't you like to repay my kindness? I just saved you. How are you going to repay my kindness?"

"What the f**k..."

Was that him showing kindness?

"It's as easy as lifting a finger!"

"Hendrix, do you find this interesting?" I asked. "You were only lifting me. Why are you so shameless."

He said without missing a beat, "Can we do it tonight?"

These words...

I raised my eyebrows. "Aren't you tired?" After travelling back and forth between Jarold City and Ucrebury, he was still up for night activities?

He curled his lips and raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were extremely tempting. "Why don't you give it a try?"

"What the

"Hendrix, I'm too tired. I can't!" This person would really take advantage of me whenever there was an opportunity.

He did not seem to hear what I said, but asked in an inexplicable tone, "You can't, or you don't want to?"

"I don't want to!"

"But I can't say that."

After thinking for a while, I pushed him away from me and said in a serious tone, "Hendrix, I think you should buy a life-sized doll so that you could do anything with it anytime and anywhere." He narrowed his eyes and pressed me against his chest. "How would you know if it's convenient? Have you ever used it?"

I...

"It's getting late. It's time to go to bed!" I subconsciously tried to avoid him and moved my body away.

He saw my movement and looked at me with a slight sigh. "Arianna, when will you treat me like your husband?"

I was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer him. Then I shrank and buried myself in the comforter.

Feeling that my ankles were being held by him, I couldn't help frowning. I lifted up the blanket and saw that I was already dressed and placed my ankles on his leg while he massaged them gently.

It was hurting a little, but I still held it in. Even if I've sprained it, it should have recovered in a short period of time.

When he saw me looking at him, he frowned and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Hmm," I replied and said blandly, "It's okay, I'm fine!"

He applied some of his strength, which made me feel the pain. The sprained part was a little swollen, so when he pressed it down, the pain intensified.

I couldn't help but to take in a breath of cold air. I bit my lips slightly and endured it.

He looked at me, and there was a deep emotion in his voice, "Does it hurt?"

I pursed my lips and said blandly, "I'm alright. It's alright now. I'll be fine in a few days. It's getting late, Hendrix. Go to bed!"

His face turned green all of a sudden. He looked at me and said, "Arianna, you have transformed into a pig. If it hurts, just say that it hurts. What do you mean by you're fine? Is it interesting to endure pain like this? Am I your husband? Will you die if you tried to be nicer and pretended to be cute? Do you have to act like a widow? Is it interesting to you?"

I was stunned. For a moment, I opened my mouth but couldn't find the right words to say.

Looking at his angry face, I mumbled in a low voice, "It hurts!"

He looked at me and his face became a little more pleasant. He said, "You don't have to pretend to be strong in front of me. I've married you as my wife, not as a Barbie doll."

I pouted my lips and thought. "What kind of metaphor is that?" After a pause, I nodded my head and answered, "Okay!"

My heart was sour and warm beyond words.

The sprained ankle was a little swollen. He tried to rub it for me, but I flinched from the pain. So, he gave up.

He applied some ointment on my ankles and rubbed it again. Then he looked at me and said, "Don't go out tomorrow. Stay at home and take care of your injuries."

I nodded and looked at him. "Hendrix, thank you."

Life is short, and I have never been loved so much by others in my life. After all, my heart was different. He was a good man, and I have always known it.

His face did not look very happy. He put away the medicine box and looked at me with a frown. "Do you have to be so distant?"

I was stunned for a moment and realized that he seemed to have said that there was no need forthanks between husband and wife in the past.