My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was planning on walking back before I realized that the entire estate where Flora Villa was in was huge. Almost all of the homes were bungalow-style villas, while the distance from one villa to another was pretty far apart. Although we lived in the same area, it would still take a huge amount of time for me to walk back home.

In the end, I decided to just drive Sawyer's car back home.

It was already twelve o'clock when I returned to the villa. Remembering that I still needed to get up early the next morning, I parked the car downstairs and walked back to my villa. I was keen on cleaning up and immediately getting some sleep.

Unfortunately, as soon as I got out of the car, I could see Hendrix standing near the front door. His tall demeanor was easily recognized under the glimmer of street lights.

I frowned. Why was he smoking outside for no reason?

When he saw me, he dimmed his cigarette and asked in his typical monotonous tone. "Where did you go?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Just having dinner with a friend." I was already exhausted at that point, so I decided to head straight into the villa after answering him.

Yet, Hendrix grabbed my wrist as he immediately pulled me into his embrace. I didn't know how long

he'd been smoking, but the staunch smell of cigarettes was almost suffocating me. "Hendrix Roberts!"

friend? Are you really drinking while you're pregnant?"

Sawyer while I

embrace, so I pushed him away and said, "I didn't drink

unsatisfied. He dragged me and pointed towards the Maybach, "That's a limited edition model, it must

What the f**k?

I pushed him away once more. I was even angrier when I looked at his dispirited expression. "Hendrix, please don't use that shallow-minded perspective of yours to judge me. I'm not you. I don't date another

around and

door, washed up and went straight

early the next morning, my already exhausted body immediately collapsed into a deep

phone rang incessantly as I woke up in a daze. I was still

the phone stopped ringing.

I remembered that I had a business trip to attend.

Didn't I lock the door last night? Then, I figured that he must have made himself a spare

that it had indeed been ringing for a while, but Hendrix must have turned it to silent

phone call came in. I