My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix stiffened at my words. His eyes scanned me, and although I couldn't tell what he was thinking, I knew that he wasn't in the best mood. "Have you thought it through?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded.

"What do you want from me?" he asked with a calm expression. Too calm. For a moment there, I thought that he was just tolerating my tantrum.

I paused for a while before answering him, "I don't want anything from you. In fact, I don't want me or the baby to have anything to do with you in the future!" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Since I wanted to cut off what was between us, then I should cut it off cleanly.

He narrowed his eyes at me and asked, "Have you ever thought of how you're going to raise the child on your own? Who are you planning to ask for help? Is it Sawyer or Aaron?"

I stared at him in disbelief. "Hendrix, what kind of person do you think I am? Don't judge me by your own standards!"

"What standard do I have?" He leaned towards me and asked, "I've explained about my relationship with Andrea countless times. However, are you not going to tell me about Aaron if I never asked?"

frowned at his words as I didn't

do you mean?" I

refused to come with me to Valerie's birthday party. But later on, you appeared in Pearis Manor with Aaron, and yet you never explained about that." That left me speechless. I couldn't come

I was hoping that you would come to me with an explanation. Actions speak louder

say more, but I couldn't. I started to get

anymore. I felt like explaining anything wouldn't make much of a

changed the subject, "Andrea has Valerie and Pedro by her side, but you still can't let her go, can you? Aaron and I

that, and

knew Hendrix was mad at me, so I guiltily added, "I'm not like Andrea. She has you, Valerie, Pedro, Austin, and so many others who care so much for her. But I only have myself. Aaron is the monster in my nightmares, and for that

a little. He waved

on the bed, my gaze lowered to the ground. Somehow, I felt wronged.

Then, he kneeled beside me and

weakly, "I'm sorry for going through the box. Grandpa meant to trap us in

you're my wife. I'll take good care of you and the baby. Let's live happily from