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 on the second floor, and put

warm that it made me feel somewhat

my thoughts with my eyes unmoving. Then, he reached out his hands and helped me

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

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

roared. "It's true that I am your wife, but you didn't have the power to protect me or my child. Irvin did all of that.

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.

a hidden, terrifying coldness. Even the heating in the bathroom was

the Roberts family is worthless. Why? Has the Granger family made you feel sorry for them?

him anymore. I suppressed the