My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2393

She was wearing an arm-length hospital gown with her makeup all smudged and her hair tied in a bun. She acted like a little child, continuously chasing after the nurse. Meanwhile, the nurse looked like she was about to cry.

"How could they..." I thought these people had passed away a long time ago. Or was it like the other day when Hendrix was thrown onto the street and could only beg for candied fruit miserably?

Hendrix tilted his head and looked intently at the people in the picture. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the atmosphere around him became calmer. "I probably did not know what I wanted. I thought of making them suffer for a lifetime, but in the end, I realized I couldn't do it. Fortunately, I raised them up and told them to live like ordinary people. Anyhow, we are all ordinary people, and there's nothing wrong with living an ordinary life."

Yes, that's right. What's wrong with an ordinary person living an ordinary life?

There was no point in ranking people based on their social classes. We would all just end up as skeletons after we depart this life.

I hugged Hendrix tightly, pressed my face against his chest, and listened to his heartbeat. "Did you know that I firmly believed that you wouldn't change because I knew you were different from others? You are not ruthless. You are actually a soft-hearted but stubborn person. I knew it all even though I didn't mention it."

"Then, I really have to thank you," Hendrix replied self-deprecatingly. "You always stood by me during those days when I was an undercover agent."

I was amused by him. I punched him in the chest and replied, "Yes, I should let you suffer, or you would always have it your way." "Hehe..." Hendrix laughed in a low voice. He didn't resist, and before I could hit him any further, he suddenly took a medal out from his pocket. Cyrus brought the medal. Hendrix was rewarded by the country for his dedication and contributions made in his career against drug use.

Although he couldn't make it public, Hendrix was now an official soldier with his identity recorded in the archives.

Moreover, Cyril promised that as long as the Zimmer family were still in the army, the Roberts family could utilize the medal to request help from his army if they encountered any persecution in the future.

"What?" I deliberately pretended not to care as I thought he was showing off.

Hendrix took my right hand, opened my palm carefully, and placed the medal onto it. He said solemnly, in a deep voice, "Arianna, this is my first and only medal in life. This is for yout."

Although the medal was small, it felt particularly heavy as I understood its significance.

"My gift? Are you willing to give it to

me?" The medal was always placed in a conspicuous position in

Hendrix's study as it was extremely precious to him.

"I'm more than willing. If possible, I can also give you my life," Hendrix answered teasingly.

"Go away," I groaned. "You are so glib-tongued."Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Hendrix ignored my grumbles and pulled me into his embrace again.

"At the age of twelve, I wanted to be a soldierstubbornly believed that a man must be a soldier once in his lifetime to experience his body's ability, to protect his people, and

make contributions to his country."

"Later on, after my parents passed away, I lived my life with revenge. I slowly lost myself and didn't know what I really wanted."

"Thereafter, I met you and fell in love with you. You stood by me and brought back my true self."

"Although it's a little late, I would like to let you know that you are the most precious medal that life has rewarded me with."

"I love you."

I smiled at him, My thoughts clear in my eyes. I love you too.