My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix valued relationships more than his responsibilities. So, unless his love for Andrea was beyond his responsibility, Hendrix wouldn't trade me in.

Valerie put down the teacup on the table, a little too forcefully. She said, "True. Hendrix doesn't need any help. But aren't you afraid that someone might put a spoke in his wheel? Although I'm not powerful in Jarold City, I'm sure you know that the Moore Family could easily do it, right?"

It was a threat!

She was blatantly threatening me.

I pursed my lips and looked at her, unmoved. "Do youthink that I'll leave him in exchange for his future?"

Valerie raised her eyebrows at me and asked, "You don't care for his future... Does it mean that you don't love Hendrix?" She thought about the possibility and, smiling, continued, "Well, things will be easier to manage if you don't love him anymore. Leave him with your child, and I'll provide you enough funds to live freely for the rest of your life. I can also transfer a couple of companies under your name. If you want to work, you can go manage the companies. If not, you can hire professional managers and collect the annual dividends. On top of that, if you run out of money in the future, come to me. I'll give you pocket money at any time."

I listened to her offers, and I couldn't help but feel that the riches' was indeed hard-hearted to think that money could solve any problems.

For a moment, I felt that if I didn't take her offers, I would be too ungrateful.

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brows still cocked, Valerie smiled in satisfaction and said, "Of course. I'll give you until next weekend on Andrea's birthday. If you agree to my offers, I'll send a lawyer to meet you. If not, I hope

"Why eight?"

engagement at eight o'clock. And their engagement would be a legal one," Valerie was confident when

of Andrea for she had such a good mother who would go this

"Alright," I answered.

discussion, there was nothing else to talk about between

stay

nearer to full term, or maybe I just wanted to escape the reality, I got tired

the living room, daydreaming. It was sweltering hot during the

with sweat, Hendrix raised his voice and asked,

him, then I looked away indifferently without a word. I got

want to talk to him, knowing that a fight was inevitable if I had started

loose white dress. Throwing it at me, he said, "Dress up. I'm bringing you out with me." "I don't want