The rain was getting heavier. After feeling the wind on my face for a while, I no longer felt agitated.
Once peace made its way back into my mind, I started to feel sleepy. I leaned my body against the window and closed my eyes, ready to doze off for a while.
However, just as I was about to fall asleep, the bedroom door swung open.
Hendrix looked cold as he entered, making the whole room feel like its temperature had dropped a few degrees.
He looked down at me, so I sat up straight, and the drowsiness that had been brewing in me was gone.
He hurried over, his voice low and deep as he asked, "Arianna, what are you doing?"
He then led me from the balcony back to the bedroom, his eyes looking terribly dark. "Am I that disgusting to you? Do you have to torture yourself like this? Are you trying to die before your time?"
I didn't have the energy to quarrel with him. I felt like my body was void of all strength as I drifted in and out of nausea. I looked up at him with my gaze lowered without saying anything.
My mouth and lips felt dry. I took a look around the bedroom and realized that there was no water, so I gave up all thoughts about having a drink.
He sighed in anger seeing me like this. He then quickly helped me onto bed, closed the window, and turned the heater in the bedroom up to the highest setting.
My clothes, which were only thin pajamas, were already wet from the rain. He found another pair, dressed me in them, and wrapped a blanket around me.
Minnie also came into the room. When she saw how I looked, she lowered her voice and asked, "Sir, is she alright?"
Hendrix's expression did not look too good. He said, "Go get her a cup of warm water, and then reheat the dinner."
Minnie nodded and went downstairs.
After I laid down in bed, Hendrix lifted the blanket up.
I was stunned. I reached out quickly to hold his hands, "Hendrix, you..."
"I'm trying to apply the medicine for you!" He said, his eyes cold.
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