My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 184

How long had it been since I looked at him like this? I thought.

He opened his eyes suddenly and our eyes met. I was stunned.

"Good morning," he said. As he had just woken up, his voice was a bit hoarse. He raised his hand and tucked the hair on my forehead behind my ear, and then he just looked at me in silence.

I felt awkward under his gaze. Faking a cough, I propped up myself and was ready to get up. But Hendrix pressed onto my waist and cocked his eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

"Out of bed!" I tried to move, but I was held down by him.

I frowned, "Hendrix, let go of me!"

He remained indifferent, and he pinned me to the bed, putting his hand on my baby bump. I was five months into the pregnancy, and I could already vaguely feel the fetal movement.

As if he sensed the baby's movement in my belly, Hendrix smiled and exclaimed, "He's

moving!"

His child- like behavior amused me, and I laughed, "Well, and I want to get up."

But he was in high spirits. He seated himself on the bed and assisted me against the headboard, motioning me to lie down. He then tilted his head and placed his ear on my bump.

After a while, he sat back upright, and he asked while looking at me with a smile, "Do you feel uncomfortable when he moves?"

I rubbed my forehead and felt at a loss for words. Sure enough, the intelligence of a man was indeed limited in some aspects.

"If you really wanted to know, you can go and read some books on pregnancy. Maybe you can learn something useful for the future," I got up and was about to leave the bed.

He hugged me from behind. "Rest for another while!"

I reached out to push his arms away. Yet when I looked down at them, I couldn't help but frown. There were a few scars on his arms, and they were all abrasions. The scabs had peeled off, but the newly formed skin was still red.