My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix's face, which had been gloomy, instantly darkened even more like storm clouds. He fixed his cold gaze on my face and asked, "Arianna, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know!" Of course, I knew. I had endured suffering for two years. However, if he didn't love me then, he wouldn't love me now. No matter how kindly he treated me, it still wasn't what I wished for.

He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the bathroom forcefully. He then placed me on the bed and wrapped a bath towel around me. Subsequently, he crouched in front of me and grabbed my hands tightly. He looked up and subdued the anger in his voice, asking, "Tell me, what happened?"

He was calm. Even if I had pissed him off, he always had a way to remain calm.

I shook my head. My eyes were red and my voice was hoarse as I asked in return, "Hendrix, do you love me?" I didn't know why I was asking this when I already knew the answer, but I still wanted to hear it from him. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

His body froze, and his brows furrowed slightly. He looked at me with a deep gaze and replied, "Arianna, love isn't something that can be said easily!"

he had told Andrea that he loved her. My heart ached and I almost

what is love?" I couldn't control my tears and wept pitifully, "Hendrix, I know that you don't love

"Tell me what happened! Why

whole body. I said, "I don't love you as

there would

would notice it. I had once imagined that one day, he would turn around to

I had let it slip my mind

someone to meet another who loved them back. Most people

became freezing and the daunting silence inundated the two of us. I lowered my head and did

deep breath and muttered, "You should rest. Let's talk when you've calmed

too much. Soon after,