My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix got so angry that he started laughing and asked, "Are you even a woman, Arianna?"

"Wouldn't you know if I'm not a woman?" I waited at the front of the elevator doors and went straight in when they opened.

He followed into the elevator, but he didn't continue with our conversation.

At a German restaurant downtown.

I ordered quite a lot of food. Hendrix stared at me as I dug into the appetizers, only looking away after some time.

I always knew that he always thought that beer wasn't sophisticated enough for him, and most of the German restaurants only served beer and cheap wines. So, German food definitely wouldn't be on his list of favorite cuisine.

I finished the appetizers, and I had to wait for the main courses to be served. While waiting, I felt a little bored, so I took out my phone to look at it.

Hendrix took it away and repeated what he had said before, "Too much screen time is not

good for your eyes."

I pursed my lips and didn't bother to argue with him.

couldn't help but urged, "If you really can't stand it,

concern for his wellbeing, simply thought that he and I both would feel at ease in such a case. However, he only looked at me coldly and said, "Hurry up and eat!" At this moment, his cell phone

him leave the table

without any interruption. I looked in the direction where Hendrix had gone, and I saw him getting into the car with the phone. He must have wanted to talk in a more quiet environment, hence going into the car. Hendrix returned to our table about ten minutes later. I was already halfway through my meal by then. He was sitting opposite me and looked uninterested in the food on the tables. He asked again, "Austin and Josiah are celebrating tonight. Are

"Where?" I asked.

"Paramount Hall."

had no interest in a place where men spent lots of their money on women, and

He nodded, "Okay then."

of the meal, Hendrix really didn't take a single bite,

food left on the table. I was ashamed of wasting so

had no choice but to give up. Then, I looked at Hendrix

followed behind him, and I let him hold my hand when we walked out of the restaurant. While we were walking

my head, "No." Remembering that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, I asked, "Aren't you going

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At that moment, my phone rang. I settled in the passenger seat before answering the call.

I shook my head even though he couldn't see me. And I answered,