My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He pulled a long face and said, "You can have a try!"

I wouldn't try yet. It wasn't the right time. Death was not a bad thing if it was necessary to kill off a walking demon.

The front yard suddenly became brighter. I looked up and found that it was from the headlights from Hendrix's jeep.

I looked at the time and realized that it was already midnight. It was surprising that Hendrix would even come home at all.

Aaron's car was quite noticeable, and Hendrix definitely saw us as soon as he entered the yard. But instead of getting out of the car, he lit a cigarette in it, then stared at Aaron and me in dismay.

Aaron was a very despicable man. He usually pretended to be a gentleman, but he was actually very good at stirring up trouble. When he saw that Hendrix didn't get down from the car, he leaned close to me and said slyly, "Tell me, how would Hendrix react if he sees me kiss you?"

"You're crazy!" I hollered and shifted my body to move further away from him, but there was limited space in the car.

He only had to lean in a bit more to be able to kiss me on the lips. When he did, he looked at Hendrix with a triumphant smile.

"Aaron! Are you out of your mind?"

had already gotten out

Aaron,

got out of the car. When he saw that Hendrix had returned straight to the villa, he smiled at me and said, "Look, Arianna, he doesn't love you. That's why

how to hurt others the most. I smiled and replied, "So what? What does it have

through, followed by the

standing at the side of the

distance, everyone would look like well-dressed gentlemen, but if examined closely, one could see that they

that, so was me. Hendrix,

noble demeanor, there was also a soul that craved for

the man who built the artificial hill in the yard a few days ago. Even the best window glass couldn't withstand

window calmly. Then, he looked at Hendrix while

was unlocked, I got out of the car and didn't

squinted his eyes. Although he was sitting, his demeanor was still

solved problems among themselves since the beginning of time was to fight each other with bare fists. Only after beating up each other would they feel satisfied. Hendrix's eyes darkened a little as

who was living in the front building, had woke up. She turned on the lights

bewildered when she saw that Hendrix and I were both there, and there was a stranger too. She then asked with concern, "Mr. Roberts, do we need to