My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hearing this, Andrea was stunned and her eyes darkened. She turned back to Hendrix and tugged on his corner of the coat. Then she whispered, "Hendrix, it's all my fault last night. I should not disturb you and Arianna. Could you ask her to stay here and have breakfast with us? Just take it as my apology, okay?"

I...

Well, it sure was. Someone really didn't have to try very hard. They just needed to be petty and show weakness to get what others were longing for.

Hendrix had been indifferent to my appearance. When he heard Andrea's word, he turned to look at me and said, "Let's eat together!"

He said in a cold and commanding tone.

Did I hurt? I was used to it.

I forced a smile and nodded, "Thank you!"

I just couldn't refuse Hendrix, not for a single time. He's the man I fell for at the first glance, I knew there's always a place for him in my heart. Even though he didn't want it or care.

something to me. Because I had always felt that a man like Hendrix was God's favorite. He was born to conquer the world, to be the dominator, but now, he's willing to be stuck in the small kitchen and making breakfast for his beloved one. "Arianna, try the omelet. It's made by Hendrix himself. It's delicious. He used to make it for me when we were together." Andrea said

frown. Today was Grandpa's funeral. If Hendrix left with Andrea, the

Hendrix finished eating and went upstairs to change his clothes. I put down my chopsticks and followed

In the bedroom.

was following behind and

any cover-up. Out of instinct, I turned my back to him

clothes behind me, I could even hearthat he's zipping off his pants. Then he answered

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Evan to take care of the funeral. You can talk to him about

I raised my voice, "Hendrix, is it that no one else matters

look at me. His black eyes narrowed slightly. Then he said coldly, "You have no right meddling in the Roberts' affairs

thin lips and spat out a few

felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head. I felt a chill