My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I frowned in pain and felt anger rising in my heart, but I still tried my best to say calmly, "You're bringing me back because Andrea can't satisfy you with her big belly now, so you want me to replace her?" As soon as I finished speaking, he paused. He lifted his head, and his breath was heavy and loud with anger. "Arianna, do you think that badly of me?"

"Aren't you?" I asked, turning around to look at him. My gaze pierced into his red-rimmed eyes.

The temperature in the air was low.

A smile etched on the man's handsome, indifferent face. He stared into my eyes as if his gaze was made of sharp knives and said, "Okay then, I will grant you your wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed me on the bed without allowing me to respond. His shirt was aggressively unbuttoned in a flash by him. He snatched his tie from his collar and threw it aside. After a moment of absent-mindedness, I suddenly realized what he was going to do. I tried to ignore my rapidly thumping heart as I got up, ready to leave.

However, before I got out of bed, he held me down, pressing his body against mine, and enveloping me in his unique presence. "Based on Irvin's character, he wouldn't force you to do that, would he?" He sounded like he was speaking through gnashed teeth. "Let's do something he wouldn't."

Minnie was quite happy to see me back, so she came upstairs and served the dishes she had prepared. She stood at the door and called out, "Arianna!"

Seeing Hendrix and me in bed, she stood at the door, startled.

"Get out!" Hendrix's face wrinkled in fury.

Minnie had never experienced Hendrix's anger. She was dumbfounded for a moment before she hurriedly closed the door and went out.

into his black eyes. I couldn't help but sarcastically say, "Now, I'm glad that the child is not

he was trying really hard to keep the rage

he would raise his hand

But he didn't.

another one to see if he would

I was shocked.

thin lips pressed

late. I felt a numbing pain on my

couldn't help yell out, "Hendrix, are you

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"Hendrix..."

he froze all of

him and followed his gaze. He was staring at the scar on my belly;

touch it, but I pushed him

asked, "What's wrong? Have you lost interest

with pain. Seeing how much he was in

it was hard telling what he was thinking of. He asked softly, "Does it still

a needle-like pain into