My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1196

I replied, "Mom, we won't be making it back tonight. I’m at Hendrix' s place, so I'll have to trouble you to help me take care of Anne. I believe it' s due to the change of season and the fluctuating temperature. She tends to catch a cold every time the season changes. It's nothing serious."

Perhaps it was because she was born prematurely, Anne will get sick every time the season changes. Fortunately, she will always recover in a few days.

Valerie nodded and said, "I thought iso too but she has been having recurrent fevers for a while now. Her fever will subside after taking some medication but it will come back again in a few days. The doctor has been to see her several times and prescribed her medicine. Arianna, are you free tomorrow? Why don't you take her to the hospital? I'm a little worried."

I agreed, "Okay, then I will go there early tomorrow and take her to the hospital." It's normal for children to have a fever, but her recurrent fevers were making the two elderly ones a little worried.

After a brief chat, I hung up the phone.

Hendrix seemed to have fallen asleep. After washing up, I came out of the bathroom, preparing to wipe his hands and feet before I go to bed. Unexpectedly, he suddenly opened his eyes, took my hand and said very seriously, 'Arianna, let's have a child together."

I couldn't react. My heart involuntarily ached at his request. I looked at him hopelessly. I told myself that he was completely drunk, which was why he was saying such things.

After that shocking request, he closed his eyes again and went back to sleep.

I sat by the bed and couldn't come back to my senses for a long time. When Freya asked me if I was satisfied with just Anne, I actually wanted to tell her that I wanted a child that belonged to Hendrix and me. However, there is no way for me to achieve that, so I chose to keep silent.

I originally thought that Hendrix had already forgotten about this matter, but I didn't expect that he would say that he wanted a child when he was drunk. Yes, this was a lifetime matter. How could he not want his own child?

After a long silence, I tidied up and laid down beside Hendrix. Then I asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Hendrix, do we really need to have a child?"

He didn't respond beyond a twitch of his

eyelashes.