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.

Hendrix's face was gloomy like the sky on the verge of a

going to explain what's with

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

years older than me,

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

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

was a little vexed when I looked at him

than most brothers treat their sisters. Don't you think too many hugs were involved? Also, if he's your brother, why didn't you make it clear

the never-ending accusation, I said, "It's getting late. You should finish up the soup

I didn't think it was necessary to do so. But I couldn't control my anger for most of the time, so

up from the bed and sat

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

into the bathroom. Pregnant women were really easily triggered, and I really couldn't