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.

was horribly dark. He suddenly picked me up, went straight to the bedroom on the second floor, and put me in

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was lost in my thoughts with my eyes unmoving. Then, he reached out his hands and

own fate. Don't torture yourself over this, okay?" He

him away with my

didn't have the power 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 bluntly, I would be dead by now

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

the heating in the bathroom was no match for the chill that had

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.

with him anymore. I suppressed the aching in