My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

A surge of anger rose from my heart, and I picked up the high heels under my feet and smashed them down hard on him. "Hendrix, get out of here. I don't want to see you!"

What did he mean by "nobody hurt him"? It was clearly Nerissa who had pushed Helen and Irvin over the edge. She was obviously the one who had silently killed so many people, so why did she bother pretending to be innocent?

I wondered when Hendrix became so patient. After I hit him, he just looked down and held me in his arms before appeasing me by saying, "Enough. You've scolded me, and hit me. Now take a bath, or you'll get sick."

Honestly, it felt like I was punching a ball of cotton. He felt no pain - hell, he felt nothing at all.

On the contrary, all that pain, and all that discomfort fell on my shoulders.

Seeing him reach out his hand to help me unbutton my clothes, I suddenly stepped back and pushed him away. "Get out!"

He narrowed his eyes and said, "You still want to throw a tantrum?" No matter how good-tempered he was, he still had his limits. Well, so what?

looked

a grim expression, he stretched out his long arms and held me in his embrace. His

extremely aggressive, as if he was

thought he was going to force himself on me, he

had been bottled up inside, and I was on the brink of exploding from anger. "Hendrix, I asked you to get out, didn't you hear me? Are you deaf or

I got up and climbed out of the bathtub. I threw everything I could grab in

was dim and listless. After a long time, he saw that I was tired and had run out of things to throw at him. Then, he

a sense of helplessness

ground, he

held me in his arms and put me into the bathtub again. He

was no longer agitated, he turned on the hot water and found the shower gel and

left without

no matter how hard I tried and the guilt would haunt me for the rest of my life. Hendrix was right. Since the