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.

or disgusted when he stared at me. Yet, he was too complicated for me to read at the moment. I did not know how to react

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

he suddenly asked, "We should

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 and added, "Don't worry about the child.

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

that he was going to explode with rage. I knew that he was

of the child? You're leaving just like that?" "What else?" I stared at him.

darkened and looked so cold as if it was covered