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 was too complicated for me to read at the moment. I did not know how to react and I

and cooked instant noodles for him. I put

he suddenly asked, "We should just tolerate our

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. I'll make it up to you and Andrea." There were consequences to every decision people

to head upstairs. That was probably the last

he suddenly grabbed 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. I knew that he was fuming but I did not turn around.

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

eyes darkened and looked so cold