My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 826

As if a ball of cotton was blocking my chest, I felt a dull pain in my heart. I looked at him and shook my head, with tears in my eyes. I felt terrible as I said, "Hendrix, I never wanted a hero." Smiling, he placed my hand next to his cold lips. I knew that the anesthesia had worn off and his wound was starting to hurt.

He said, "Four years ago, I harmed you and our child by mistake, and four years later now, I almost caused harm to you indirectly too. I'm so sorry. I know that you hold a grudge against me. Truth be told, that's fine too. When you found out that something had happened to Anne, you left without saying a word and pleaded with Freya and the Reid family for help, but you forgot about me. I don't blame you for not remembering me first when you're in danger. I can only blame myself for not doing well enough. I'm not good enough for you to rely on me whenever something happens. I'm truly sorry."

I opened my mouth and wanted to deny his words, but I somehow realized that he was speaking the truth.

I had no idea what to say in response. I paused for a moment, then only said, "Hendrix, don't say

anything else!"

He smiled, saying, "It's okay. I'm willing to wait, to work hard, and to wait for the day you'll put me in first place."

I had always thought that I had already lived for half of my life and it had all been for Hendrix. However, at the moment, as I thought about it closely, that wasn't the case.

Perhaps I had only been living for myself. I didn't seem to know how to embrace and let go of matters. I was used to carrying all of my past whilst moving forward.

I was unwilling to approach new people, and unwilling to let go of the people I used to love.

Hence all the way, we had all been through a rough time.

Once the anaesthesia had completely worn off, he was sweating all over in pain. Meanwhile, I couldn't do anything but rinse a towel to wipe his sweat off. He looked at me in amusement, as if the one in pain wasn't him.

Seeing me crouching by the bed, he asked, "Arianna, what are you doing?"

I knew that he just wanted to talk to me to divert his attention.

I opened the urine bag, then hesitated before answering, "Changing the urine bag!"

I couldn't hear his voice anymore, as if he had fallen silent instantly.

I knew that people who were normally admired would never want others to see themselves in such a sorry state. I understood his predicament.

I handled everything in silence. He closed his eyes, as if fast asleep.

However, the sweat on his forehead told me that he wasn't. Quietly, I took the towel to wipe off his sweat.

He held my hand, and we made eye contact. His eyes were pitch black.

At the moment, it was best to remain silent.

I didn't speak, and neither did he. I wiped his sweat, approached him slightly, and kissed his lips lightly.

"Hendrix, I'm your wife. This isn't embarrassing. In the future, we will fall sick and grow old. All these will happen with the passage of time. This is normal, and it's not an embarrassment."

He looked at me with a deep gaze, only letting go of me after a long while.

The doctor said that he could take some liquid food. Valerie had cooked some soup and brought it over. I blew on it bit-by-bit to cool it down before I fed it to him.

He didn't seem to want to eat much, but every time I sent the soup to his mouth, he looked at me and still opened his mouth to eat.

Little by little, he had finished most of the food. Valerie silently sat there and watched us.

After feeding him, Valerie handed me another portion of soup. There were tears in her eyes.

She said, "You have to eat some too. You can't starve yourself."

Looking up at her, I saw the sadness and heartache in her eyes. Subconsciously, I took the soup from her, only realizing later on that Hendrix's unfinished portion was still in my hands. Hendrix couldn't withstand the large amount of medicine injected into him and he fell asleep.