My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 2121

After three seconds of stony consideration, I lifted the quilt and got out of bed to dress.

I, however, once again found myself in trouble. Before the ceremony, Freya and two other girls helped me put the dress on. Due to the complicated back- locked dresses with several layers inside out, I had no idea how to remove the outfit.

Hendrix tied the jade belt around his waist, leaving only the outer robe. When he saw me standing as still as a statue, he walked right over to me. With a glance to the side, he stepped forward and intermingled the ties around my wrists, putting the gauze-like layer on for me.

His movements were focused and meticulous, his thick eyebrows raised into the shape of two eagles with their wings soared.

Even with the dim lighting, I could see the expression on his face clearly from my angle. The feeling of assurance emanated from him.

The world at that moment was so quiet.

"Hendrix," I called out.

"Hmm?" He responded and picked up another layer to lace it up for me, still in the same position

as before.

"Do you love me that much?" I asked smugly, feeling as if my heart was smeared with honey. It had been a long time since I asked such a question.

"Yes." He was back to the word- shy Master he was. Before I pouted, he added kindly, "It's like breathing, it's something we don't have to learn to do, but we'll die if we don't breathe. I'll die if I don't love you."

Although I had intended to make things difficult for him, I was instead comforted by what he said. I was too embarrassed to throw a tantrum as I murmured, "But I'm not good at all. I'm easily emotional and enjoy making fun of you. In fact, before today, I still think that the person I've been loving and caring for most is the child..."

My voice softened, and I lost my confidence to continue.

I did not understand why I had such double standards. I did not allow Hendrix to be sad, but I felt grieved.

Hendrix's movements paused for a moment before he pretended as if he hadn't heard anything. Putting on the outermost layer of the robe, he calmly uttered, "It doesn't matter because it's you. As I said at the wedding, no one can compare to you; I mean it."

He tucked my collar in and looked straight into my eyes. "Mrs. Roberts, will you remember this?"

My nose was sore to the point where I thought tears would start streaming down my cheeks as soon as I spoke. I could only nod meekly. "Yes."