My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 325

I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to just die like this. I wouldn't want to die without putting an end to everything.

Seeing that my eyes turned red, Irvin sighed and put my hand back under the quilt. Then, he said, "Don't do anything stupid anymore. You still have a long way to go in the future. You have to live until the end of it."

I nodded and began staring blankly at the ceiling. I wondered why I wasn't brave enough to run over Hendrix.

After a long time, I fell asleep. It was already late at night when I woke up again.

The person who I should have met in the netherworld was standing in the ward, and he was looking into my eyes.

Hendrix was, as usual, dressed in his tailored black suit. Probably because of the warmth in the ward, he took off his coat, revealing the neatly ironed white shirt underneath it. His attire very much reflected his iron-willed.

"You're awake," He stepped forward. His eyes fixated on me, but I couldn't read the emotion in them.

I closed my eyes. I really didn't want to see him.

He continued, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

I didn't reply. I also didn't want to speak to him.

"Do you need some water?"

I frowned, feeling the dull pain at the back of my hand. I was hospitalized too many times in the past two months, and I was treated with IV every time. The bruises on the back of my hand hadn't been able to fade away for a long time.

And it irritated me to see it lasted for so long.

Hendrix helped me up with his steady hand. My brows furrowed, I opened my eyes and saw his handsome face right in front of my eyes.

He placed a glass of warm water in front of me. I only looked at it but didn't respond. After a long time, I raised the hand attached to the IV to take the glass.

To be honest, I had to make extra effort to keep holding the glass, so much so that blood began to backflow into the infusion line. Hendrix looked at me with pain in his dark eyes.