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

expression, he stretched out his long arms and held me in his

if he was going

me, he let go of me and said in

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

up and climbed out of the bathtub. I threw everything

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

and a sense of helplessness arose

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

in his arms and put me into the

shower gel and towel out of the debris that I had

left without saying another

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