My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

As soon as Irvin left, Hendrix looked at me coldly. The anger on his face was obvious.

Well, this matter was my fault after all.

"Uhm that... Irvin drank too much!" I spoke, feeling guilty.

Hendrix pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "So?"

I was surprised. What did he mean by "So"?

Was I supposed to give him another reason?

I said after some contemplation, "I did not do anything with him. He was drunk. I saw Kelsey Parker at the restaurant. She looked pretty bad. Was it your doing?" He frowned. He spoke with anger in his voice, "Arianna, you're changing the subject!"

I...

Yeah, I was.

Looking at him, I pursed my lips and decided not to speak anymore. I stared him into the eyes with my lips tightly closed, not speaking.

Hendrix grew angrier. "You're not even going to try and explain yourself?"

I pursed my lips. "I've already explained myself, but you wouldn't listen!"

rendered him speechless. He looked

just now, why don't you do the same to me so you

couldn't think of what other alternative

didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or cry upon hearing my suggestion. He replied coldly, "Not only that, but I feel like throttling you to death!" Giving me a

where there was quite a crowd. I'm pretty sure that some stranger had filmed or took a photo of what went

follow him. He got into the car, still fuming. I reached out my hand to pull

at him sitting in the car. "Hendrix Roberts, what are you trying to do?1 "You

was stunned for a long while that I

Was he for real?

not difficult to hail a taxi at the city center. Nevertheless, I

front of me. The window rolled down,

Roberts asked

be the first time he called me madam.

"Why didn't he just let me freeze to death on

is at most 7 or 8 degrees. Staying for one night on the street won't freeze you to death. You'll probably just catch a cold!"

die from the cold?" I had seen men that spoke frankly but never

very high unless you're infected with some virus." Sᴇaʀch

I...

was at

shut. I opened the door, got