My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Andrea's disclosure had touched Hendrix. He was always a lonely child. No matter how much love Dalton showered him with, there was still a void in his heart.

Casper's friendship and Andrea's dependence were all that he asked for.

Sometimes, being needed was also a way of love.

I stood at the side, having mixed feelings. In fact, I knew from the very beginning that I couldn't compete with Andrea. Just her tears alone could beat me to Hendrix's attention. Hendrix stepped forward to help Andrea up. I saw the subtle gentleness and other emotions in his eyes, and I knew that the effort I made during this period was in vain. No one spoke during the trip from the cemetery back to downtown. Other than the sobs from Andrea, it was silent in the car as though someone had muted the radio. We were at a junction, waiting for the green light when I broke the silence. I said in a very flat voice, "Drop me off at the next intersection. I'll go back by myself later." Hendrix's brows furrowed as he looked at me. He asked, "Where are you going?"

I pulled a seemingly soft smile and answered, "I'm going for a walk. Monique said she wants to eat green mangoes, so I'll walk around and see if I can buy some for her."

"I can buy it with you later."

"There's no need for that!"

here. It's close to the hospital from here, so I won't be lost. You should

remained silent for a moment. Then, his dark eyes

couldn't help but let out a sigh of

out of the car. I even waved them goodbye. It

his car drive away from me. Then, I felt my head spun, and

I only remembered that I had thrown my phone into the

down the road, stumbling my way

walk anymore. I sat on the roadside and rested my head in between my legs. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I couldn't control them. I was being overly sensitive and weak. It wasn't a big deal, but I didn't

began to feel light-headed. Then, lan appeared out of thin air. I thought I was hallucinating, so I mumbled to him, "lan, it's hard to bear the pain in my chest." "What happened? You'll get heatstroke if you stay here under the sun like this any longer!"

in the car hit me. But I was still confused,

at the side of the road on the way. Now, wipe your face!" Lowering my eyes to avoid his questioning gaze, I used the wet tissues to wipe my face. My mind cleared up a little after that. Then, I realized that there was someone else in the passenger seat. Stunned, I asked, "Why is Mr. Clark