My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Ms. Burton, your face is changing so fast." I glanced at her lightly and picked up my bag. I planed to go directly to Roberts' residence.

Even if Hendrix refused to attend the funeral, I had to go.

I was stopped by Andrea as soon as I got to the door. Hendrix wasn't here and she was no longer pretending to be that innocent. She looked at me and asked coldly, "When will you sign the divorce agreement?"

I was stunned and smiled. Then I looked at her and said, "Miss Burton, are you forcing me to divorce my husband as his mistress?"

"You are a mistress!" It seemed that Andrea didn't like others calling her as a mistress. Her face darkened and she said, "Arianna, if you hadn't stepped in, I would be the lady of the house right now. Now Hendrix's grandpa is dead, no one can protect you and keep you here. If I were you, I would sign the divorce agreement right now. Take the money Hendrix gave you and get the hell out of here." "Miss Burton, it's a pity that you're not me!" I said to her coldly. Ignoring her threatening gestures, I walked past her and prepared to go downstairs. No one in the world could hurt me except Hendrix. Andrea, who was used to being flattered and obeyed by everyone, was ignored by me. So she was totally irritated. She grabbed me by the hand and said, "Arianna, have you no shame? Hendrix doesn't like you. What's the point of staying by his side?"

and said calmly, "Since you know that he

shame and couldn't say anything

What do you think I'm here for?" "Arianna, you're so shameless!" Andrea's eyes turned red with anger. Regardless of everything else, she raised her hands to push me. I was standing in front of the stairs. Instinctively, I

that Andrea would lose her balance and fall

heard her heart-wrenching voice from the hall. I didn't realize what was happening and froze for a moment. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website

flew downstairs to see Andrea, who was already

weak voice, "My child...

Hendrix's child?

Hendrix's sleeves and repeated it