My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix did not answer. On the contrary, he questioned, "Where were you?" His tone was cold and indifferent but there was a hint of anger in his voice.

"I went to the company." I went to the kitchen and added, "I'll cook something for you."

Andrea made a scene in the hospital earlier. He probably did not eat anything. At the thought of that, I felt that I should mind my own business. I was going to leave him anyway; I could not care less if he died of hunger.

Even so, we were married for two years. Even if I were to leave, we did not have to tear each other into pieces. We should end things nicely and leave some beautiful memories.

After boiling the water, I suddenly felt a chill down my spine. I look over my shoulder out of reflex. Immediately, I met Hendrix's icy gaze.

at me. Yet, he was too complicated for me to read at the moment. I did not know how to

not want to talk to me. Therefore, I simply kept my mouth shut and cooked instant noodles for him. I put the bowl of noodles on the dining table and said, "The fridge is empty and there are only eggs, therefore just tolerate for

to shower but he suddenly asked,

would usually keep silent but strangely, my eyes were a little red. I stared at him and retorted, "Even if we can't, we've tolerated it for two years, right?" "Hendrix, let's divorce." I took out the divorce papers I signed and placed them in front of him. I continued bitterly, "I signed it. You should have a look. We should settle everything with the lawyer." I spoke my mind and heaved a sigh of relief. I suppressed the pain in my heart. I stared at his handsome but cold face

Hendrix's gloomy face and I turned to head upstairs. That was probably the last time we would talk

my wrist. "Make it up to me?" Hendrix parted his lips and repeated curtly. His voice was filled with anger and I could tell that he was going to explode with rage.

off the hand. He tightened his grip and my hand was numb from the pain. "What are you trying to do? File a divorce? And get rid of the child? You're leaving just like that?" "What else?" I stared at him. I tried so hard to fight back my tears but they rolled down my cheeks. "What else can I do? Hendrix, you always wanted me to

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