My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Listening to his words, I roughly guessed that they wanted to have a gathering and was afraid that I would go with them, thus they asked me to go home when we were at Herb Garden. "Arianna, why are you following Hendrix wherever he goes? Why are you so thick-skinned?" Austin had always treated me poorly. When he saw me, he spoke without hesitation.

I didn't bother to explain. I just said, "I came here with my friend. You're overthinking."

I'm not the type of person to follow Hendrix around.

Andrea gave me a once-over and squinted, "Didn't you just give up the baby recently? Why are you running around already?"

"She must've felt lonely as Hendrix wouldn't touch her. I guess she has no choice but to look for another man outside," Austin said tactlessly.

I frowned, trying hard to suppress my anger. "Mr. Shelley, you should find some time to go home and gargle properly. Don't contaminate the air."

I never liked those two to begin with. I turned around, ready to leave.

However, Andrea blocked my way and sneered, "I haven't seen you for a few days and your tongue grew sharp. What's the matter? Why haven't you signed the divorce papers? The child is already gone, do you think that Hendrix will keep a woman, who had something happen in her belly, by his side?"

woman who had something happen in her belly? Andrea, it's only been a

and innocent, then put on a proper act. If Hendrix saw this side of you, I'm afraid that he'll grow to resent

let go of her hand, she deliberately put on an act and fell, hitting the wall

arrived, witnessed the scene with their own

only said a few words to you?" Austin shouted at me

few words'? Did I deserve to

waste it on yourself," I said. Austin was

and Josiah, who were watching with their hands in their pockets.

"You want to leave just like that?

acting like you didn't do the same?" I was already in a bad

I walked past Hendrix, my wrist was grabbed

eyes as chilly as frost. It was

was his wife. I felt more like an outsider. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt