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?

pursed my lips and looked at him. I repeated, "Get

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

were extremely aggressive, as if

as I thought he was going to force himself on me, he let go of me and said in

brink of exploding from anger. "Hendrix, I

out of the bathtub. I threw everything I could grab

that I was tired and had run out of things to throw at him. Then, he looked at me and asked in a deep voice,

and a sense of helplessness

I was limply sitting on the ground, he good-naturedly

me into the bathtub

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

without saying

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