My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 388

When Minnie came up and heard the noise, she said, "I have the pills. Arianna, don't worry, I'll go get NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

them!"

Hendrix pulled a long face and raised his eyebrows as a sign for Minnie to stop what she was doing.

"She will only become dependent on it. You..."

"Hendrix, shut up!" I was going crazy. I looked at Minnie pleadingly, "Minnie, get me my medicine!"

Minnie looked at Hendrix, waiting for his approval.

I started getting crankier. I raised my voice as I said, "Hendrix, since you're so controlling, why did you

bring me back? Are you happy seeing me suffer?"

Hendrix frowned and held me in his arms to comfort me. "I'm not trying to control you. It's just not

healthy to take too many sleeping pills. You'll get addicted to them!"

"Shut up!" I yelled, "If you won't let me sleep, send me to Irvin's then. Don't torture me here."

"Arianna!" He was so furious that his eyes turned red. Seeing how stubborn and emotionally unstable I

was, he turned to Minnie and said, "Get the pills!"

Minnie scurried out of the bedroom and soon came back with the sleeping pills.

She handed me a pill, which was more than enough for me. I grabbed it, put it into my mouth and

swallowed. Then, I pushed Hendrix out of the way and went back to bed.

Hendrix seemed to have realized that something was wrong with me. When he saw that I was lying in

bed, he looked at Minnie and whispered, "Call Josiah and ask him to come over."

Minnie nodded her head and left the room.

After taking the pill, I calmed down and fell asleep soon after.

However, even those under the medicinal influence would still be able to sense movements.

When Josiah arrived, I immediately sense that he was nearby. I could hear his conversation with

Hendrix.

Perhaps it was the medicine's doing because no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't will my eyes

open.

I vaguely heard the conversation between them, and it sounded like Josiah was inferring that my recent

behavior was linked to my depression.

He prescribed some medicine to Hendrix and said, "She might be extremely ill now. Make sure that she

isn't left alone because she might hurt herself. The mental and physical damage she suffered while in

Jarold Cirt might push her to impulsively self-harm. It's actually good that she lashed out at you today;

at least she was still willing to vent her frustration at you. When she starts appearing emotionally numb,

it might mean that she has lost touch with reality and is beginning to think that life is meaningless which

could lead to suicidal ideation. So, during this period of time, you have to be more attentive towards her

to make sure she doesn't get hurt, and to help keep her mood light and cheerful."

Hendrix grunted in agreement. His voice sounded heavy.

I didn't listen to the rest of their conversation; slumber had come to take me away.

At first, I thought that the sleeping pill would help me sleep all the way until the next morning.

Unexpectedly, I woke up in the wee hours of dawn.

There was a dimly lit lamp on the bedside table. I was afraid of the dark, so the lights in the bedroom

had to be switched on at night.

As soon as I woke up, I knew I would not be able to fall back to sleep. I turned over and accidentally

grazed against my wound. I immediately took a deep breath to keep the cries of pain to myself.

When Hendrix, who had been sleeping next to me heard the sound I tried so hard to muffle, he opened

his eyes.

Our eyes met. I frowned. "Get out!"

He frowned in response, extended his arms and hugged me. He whispered in a hoarse voice, "Are you

going to be angry at me for the rest of my life?"

I pursed my lips.

I wasn't going to be angry for a lifetime.

However, at this very moment, lying on the same bed as him was the last thing I wanted.

I couldn't fathom why I had such an overreaction. I didn't want to control my emotions, but I didn't want

to completely hide them either. So, I unleashed all the negative emotions I had upon him.