My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I opened my mouth to ask whether he was hurt, but as I was about to speak, I saw a pair of dark eyes staring at me emotionlessly.

I swallowed the words, feeling a little frightened of him.

"Why did you come back?" Hendrix furrowed his brows, and he was still cold towards me.

I lowered my head. After all, I left in a hurry without solving the matter properly. I paused and said, "Hendrix, I'm sorry. I can't leave Aaron alone. If you are still mad at me, you can do anything you want to me!" He scoffed, "Anything?"

Looking at him, I nodded earnestly. "Yes, you can even hit me."

"Hit you?" He laughed in exasperation. "Arianna, when did you learn the carrot-and-stick method? It looks like you've become sleek in the past few years working in the Roberts Groups."

I had nothing to explain myself.

"Why don't you drink the soup to warm up? You'll have an upset stomach if you don't eat anything!" I changed the topic. Under such a circumstance, I could only be pliant to him. If I was aggressive, I was afraid that things wouldn't end well for us.

this moment, Hendrix's face was gloomy like the sky on the

to explain

my past. If I had to explain what happened earlier, I had to explain what happened for the past decades in detail. And I really didn't want

his cold face, I rubbed my eyebrows and answered lightly, "Grandma adopted Aaron, just like me. He was a few years older than me, and we grew up together. Then, something happened, and he left Grandma and me. He was gone for a very long

didn't want to give too much detail. I didn't want to dig into

me. "Were you childhood sweethearts? Or are you only really close to each other

frowned, and I was a little vexed when I looked at him again, "He is and only will be my

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it would be necessary." A little frustrated at the never-ending accusation, I said, "It's getting late.

want to pick a fight with him, and I didn't think it was necessary to do so. But I couldn't control my anger for most of the time, so I could only

from the bed and sat on

into the bedroom and I felt his gaze on me. I knew he

help sighing as he walked into the bathroom. Pregnant women were really easily triggered, and I