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 him. I repeated, "Get

me in his embrace. His other hand holding

as if he was

was going to force himself on me, he let

emotions had been bottled up inside, and I was on the brink of exploding from anger. "Hendrix, I

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

dodging the items. His gaze 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 looked at me and asked in a deep voice, "Are you

him, and a sense of helplessness arose

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

put me into the bathtub again. He sighed

the shower gel and towel out of the debris that I had smashed all over the place, and placed them

he left without

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