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,

and held me

were extremely aggressive, as if he

on me, he let go of me and said in a low voice, "Stop it,

of exploding from anger. "Hendrix, I asked you to get out, didn't you hear me?

of the bathtub. I threw everything I could

long time, he saw that I

looked at him, and a sense of helplessness

on the ground, he good-naturedly took off my soaked clothes

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

on the hot water and found the shower gel and towel out of the

left without

I 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