My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I raised my eyebrows and asked, "Have you ever seen a homewrecker that is as justifiable as me?" I paused for a short moment before adding, "By the way, Hendrix isn't touching you anymore, right? Do you want to know why?"

I leaned slightly closer to her and looked at her mockingly, "Because I told him that I hate it when he beds other women, and that I won't let him touch me if he touches others again." "You're talking nonsense!" she exclaimed.

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Looking at her dumbfounded look, I felt better. It was indeed entertaining to tease her.

"Then let's have a try to see if he still has me in his mind," Andrea replied.

She started laughing sinisterly all of a sudden. Her delicate face drew close to me, then all of a sudden grabbed me by the arm, and she launched herself towards the wine tower at the side.

In just a moment, the once exquisite wine tower was knocked down. Glasses of wine fell to the floor and broke into pieces, pulling many of the guests nearby into the mess.

Some screamed, some stepped back to avoid the mess, while some didn't even know what had just happened.

echoed, followed by

picked up Andrea, who was drenched in wine and sitting on the pieces of broken glasses from the floor quickly. Then he cleaned up the glass pieces on Andrea's body and put

her mellow

brows furrowed, and the anxiety he had from just then

at Hendrix's clothes with her

car and waited at the entrance. Then, Hendrix picked Andrea up, "If it

she relaxed against

with Andrea in his arms. His dark eyes fell on me for a moment, his gaze was deep and unfathomable, and then he carried Andrea out. Since one of the parties involved had left, what was left was

looking at me and talked with

have pushed

projects. She's a steadfast person and always acts with propriety. I believe that she won't hurt others

Roberts's face just now? He was worried about Miss Burton. If you were Mrs.

Miss Burton has reunited with her family, I'm afraid that she'll force Mr.

"That's pitiful!"