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?

my lips and looked at him. I

long arms and held me in his embrace. His other

extremely aggressive, as if he was

on me, he let go of me

anger. "Hendrix, I asked you

climbed out of the bathtub.

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

and a sense of helplessness arose

ground, he

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

and towel out

he left without saying another

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