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.

and his gaze was horribly dark. He suddenly picked me up,

the bathroom, and it was so warm that it made me feel somewhat dizzy. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt

was lost in my thoughts with my eyes

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

their own fate"? I reached out and pushed him away with my hand. I yelled coldly, "Get out!" Hendrix was

all of that. Without him, do you think I'd still be alive? Hendrix, to put it

back with you." My chest puffed as I spoke. "Every single person in the Roberts family is colder and crueler than the 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

his pupils contracted with a hidden, terrifying coldness. Even the heating in the bathroom was no match for the chill that had seeped into my skin from his

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

quarrel with him anymore. I suppressed the aching in