My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I moved my stiff feet and walked towards the villa. I didn't go to Hendrix, and my face was frozen to the point of becoming stiff like wood.

"Sir, Madam is..." Heather was not aware of what had happened and started to say worriedly.

Hendrix's voice was low and calm as he replied indifferently, "It's fine. You may leave!"

Hendrix followed me into the hall and stretched out his hand to grab me. When he touched my ice-cold hand, his expression turned frighteningly frigid. "Arianna, why are you torturing yourself over him?" I threw his hand off, and started to feel a strange, disgusted emotion rising in my heart. "Let me go!"

Hendrix's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his handsome face looked tense.

me, and his gaze was horribly dark. He suddenly picked me up, went straight to the bedroom

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with my eyes unmoving. Then, he

over this, okay?" He spoke in an

resentment coursing through my veins. What did he mean by "everyone has their own fate"? I reached out and pushed him away with my hand. I yelled coldly, "Get out!" Hendrix was stunned for a moment by

to protect me or my child. Irvin did all of that. Without him, do you think I'd still be alive? Hendrix, to put it

other. Nerissa killed the happy Granger family with her own hands. You killed your own child and hurt your wife. You wear the cloak of a good person, yet did all sorts of heartless things. You're more horrifying than Valerie. It's

hidden, terrifying coldness. Even the heating in the bathroom was no match for the chill that had seeped into

held my wrist and said, "You always think the Roberts family is worthless. Why? Has the Granger family made you feel sorry for them? Irvin's dead, and now you place all that hatred on me. Irvin has truly done well

didn't have the strength to quarrel with him anymore. I