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.

he stared at me. Yet, he was too complicated for me

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

upstairs to shower but he suddenly asked, "We

bitterly, "I signed it. You should have a look. We should settle everything with the lawyer."

That was probably the last time we would talk to each other in

could tell that he was going to explode with rage. I knew that he was fuming but I did not turn around.

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 sign the papers and stay far away from you. Why can't I do it this

cold as if it was covered with