My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The next day, I had brunch with Monique before returning to the villa.

Being absent-minded as always, I only realized that I had left my bag and phone in Bronzy Condo.

I entered the villa and noticed that the living room was empty. Minnie was most probably out for groceries; while Hendrix, being the workaholic he was, should be at the company.

I changed into my slippers and decided to look up some parenting education books for reading. The moment I opened the door of the study, the air was fetid with stale tobacco smoke.

It was daytime, but the curtains in the study were drawn up. It was dim.

"Hendrix?" I asked in a small voice as I saw cigarette sparks by the window.

Hendrix was the only one who smoked in this villa.

I reached for the switch and turned on the lights. Hendrix's expression was dark as he bellowed, "Turn it off!"

"What's wrong?"

and walked towards him. "Didn't you sleep well last night?" I flinched at the smell of alcohol,

his icy eyes fixed on me. He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and

grumpily answered. "I told you

and ruthless, "Arianna, what else are you hiding from

irritated at his cold attitude. So, annoyed, I refuted, "What can I hide from you? I can count my acquaintances with all my fingers. Just ask me directly if you're curious about anything. You don't have to be like

eyes were red, and there was stubble on

was particularly

so I boldly replied, "Yes, I'll

up, clenched his jaw, and asked, "Who was the man you hugged at the

thrown off guard, I snapped at him, "Hendrix, were you stalking me?" A fit of sudden anger burst in me. I continued,

felt suffocating as he stood closer to me, so I unconsciously took a step back. He clutched my shoulders tightly in anger, "Why are you trying to run away? You're my wife, and I

course. You can do anything you want!" Bothered by the foul smell of

the room, he had grabbed me by the arms