My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Aaron was as giddy as a child. For a moment, I didn't know how to carry on with the conversation. I could only watch him carry the fruits into the front yard.

He said with joy in his eyes, "If you like it, I'll bring them more often from now on. If you want to go back to Hovell, let me know, and I'll take you back. We can go back together!"

My nose twitched, and I felt somewhat rattled. Aaron was lonely, so was I. I finally understood why he said we belonged nowhere.

My eyes were so sore that it was causing discomfort. I took a breath and said calmly, "Well, it's getting late. You should go back!"

People relate through dependency.

Since there was no sense of belonging, no matter how far we went, our heart and soul would wander.

Aaron fixed his eyes on me and suddenly laughed. Before I realized what happened, he pulled me into his arms and said, "Arianna, everything is well this way."

word and looked up at the jeep that was

Hendrix!

did he

dragged me away before I could push Aaron away. If it weren't for Aaron's car beside me, I would have been thrown far away. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

already landed heavily on Aaron's face. Hendrix's punch was so strong

was struggling to regain his sense, Hendrix pinned him to

Hendrix. He suddenly turned around and stared at me. His eyes were cold, his

blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, "What's with you trying to threaten a woman?

beat him up good

at the top of my voice, "Hendrix, stop! He'll die

Hendrix's punches. Childhood memories surged into my mind. At that time, I was bullied in the alley, and Aaron had stood up for me, but

punched in the alley, he only looked at me and soothed,

of that beating, Aaron fractured his tibia, and Carol