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.

worried voice echoed, followed

the floor quickly. Then he cleaned up the glass pieces on Andrea's body and put her on the

with her mellow eyes and

his brows furrowed, and the anxiety

said, tugging at Hendrix's clothes

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

fell silent while she relaxed

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

me and talked with

must have pushed Miss Burton out of

behind it. I've worked with Mrs. Roberts on a few projects. She's a steadfast person and always acts

Didn't you see the expression on Mr. Roberts's face just now? He was worried about Miss Burton. If you were Mrs. Roberts, how would you

her family, I'm afraid

"That's pitiful!"