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?

and looked at

long arms and held me in his embrace. His other hand holding

aggressive, as if he was going to

was going to force himself on me, he let

brink of exploding from anger. "Hendrix, I asked you to get out,

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

he saw that I was tired and had run out of things to throw at him. Then, he

looked at him, and a sense of helplessness arose

was limply sitting on the ground, he good-naturedly took off

his arms and put me into the bathtub again. He sighed and said,

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

without saying

laid in the bathtub, my mind was a chaotic mess. Irvin's death was like a mountain that I couldn't climb over no matter how hard I tried and the guilt would haunt me for the rest of my life. Hendrix was right. Since the start of it all, he was only protecting his loved ones and