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.

cold or disgusted when he stared at me. Yet, he was too complicated for

to me. Therefore, I simply kept my mouth shut and cooked instant noodles for him.

go upstairs to shower but he suddenly asked, "We should just

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

face and I turned to head upstairs. That

that he was going to explode with rage.

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,

and looked so cold as if it was