My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The design of the villa was simple and elegant. It had a pinch of European style design in it. Once we entered the door, instead of a large common hall, we were greeted with a pathway paved with pebbles. We entered the hall after passing through a small garden.

Although in my high heels, I walked quite smoothly while holding onto Aaron's arms.

As we arrived at the front of the hall, I saw Hendrix standing not far away from me. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt. His collar snow-white and ironed, his hair short and classic, and his features sharp and bright. He was eye-catching.

He had a strong presence. Even in the crowd, people could single him out at a glance.

I didn't realize until later that it was Valerie's birthday party. Since Hendrix would come, many people I knew in Ucrebury's business and political industry would attend too.

I was Hendrix's wife, but now I was holding onto another man's arm. If I turned up like this, wasn't I bring shame to Hendrix?

I withdrew my hand in an instant as fear and worry spread throughout my heart.

But I underestimated Aaron. He was, after all, someone who was capable of doing unthinkable things. He instantly grabbed my hand, and asked annoyedly, "Arianna, what did I say about

obedience?"

lips, and my

eyes to look in Hendrix's direction. He had also noticed me. His dark eyes narrowed as he looked at the black off-shoulder

a moment, he turned his eyes to Aaron and said,

They knew each other?

"Indeed, long time no see, Mr. Roberts." They were exchanging ordinary greetings. I couldn't hear anything

casually, "Who is this

A hint of coldness could be seen in Hendrix's eyes, and his gaze on me was so deep that it was as if it could lead me to a bottomless

not that I'm not interested in women,

narrowed his eyes and repeated after Aaron, "Your one and only to return..." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

I hadn't told Hendrix about Aaron. In fact, things had already escalated out of hand

holding my hand. I couldn't get away from it, but at the same time, I

in a

and he couldn't help but laughed. "Well, what should I call you now? Mrs. Roberts? Or should it be