My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Arianna, you're talking nonsense. You're the one who threatened me that you wouldn't let me meet Hendrix. I didn't agree to it, and you pushed me!" Andrea put on a good show, her eyes brimming with tears. I frowned. Hendrix looked at me and realized that my mood had been bad recently. "Alright, let's call it a day. I've completed Monique's hospitalization procedures."

He turned around and told Austin, "And you, go guard at the door of the emergency room. Call me if there's any problem. It's not the time to quarrel."

Austin was still fuming mad. He glared at me, then he grabbed Andrea's arm and dragged her out. As he passed by me, he lowered his voice as though he could suppress his anger with that. And he threatened me, "Arianna, I'm not done with you!"

I ignored him. Instead, I looked at Andrea, who had watery eyes.

Andrea was fortunate in many ways. She had Hendrix who couldn't cut her off, Austin who loved her wholeheartedly, Josiah to care for her, and her recently-found powerful and influential parents. Such a girl would live a perfect life even if she couldn't find love.

"What are you thinking about?" Hendrix placed the documents for Monique's admission to the hospital on the bedside table, and he stared at me.

Monique was still unconscious. I found a seat and sat down, then lightly replied, "Why don't you get going and mind your own things? There's nothing much to do here now."

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where can I go at this time?"

He was right. After all, Josiah was still in the emergency room.

little sleepy. So, I leaned back in the chair and took a nap. In the middle of my nap, Austin

I stayed here and waited for Monique

Since she knocked her head, she was still muddle-headed when she woke up. But the first thing she asked

"He has already

of relief and stared at the ceiling blankly. I waited

at me and sighed. "It is what

that

shook her head.

guessed it wasn't the right time to ask for clarification on their matters. Noticing Monique's reluctance to talk about it, I simply

quick to arrive. He had

and I were chatting when he entered the wardroom. He came near and took a look at Monique, then he sighed in relief and claimed, "It looks like it's just a minor injury. You only have to rest for a few days, and you'll be as good as

still

help but ask, "How did you get into a car

about it, so she just weakly replied,

rolled his eyes at that,