My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Good for the both of us?" His dark eyes were filled with icy coldness, and he smiled sarcastically. "You mean good for you, no? You thought he was already dead, but when you suddenly saw him again, your heart, which had initially accepted that he was gone, was finally moved again. What you have buried in your heart is not guilt, but regret. Now that you've seen him, your heart is moved."

He sneered. "My responsibility toward Andrea? Ridiculous. While I was trying to make you feel secured, Arianna, you were busy thinking about how to get rid of me instead."

I didn't refute his harsh words. No matter what he said, it was useless to say anything now.

I glared at him indifferently. Compared to his rage, I was exceptionally calm. "Hendrix, let's just take care of ourselves!"

I didn't want to argue. At this point, I didn't even know how to argue with him. I couldn't tell whether I was wrong or he was being too calculative.

That's why I decided against quarrelling with him. Carol mentioned that if two people fell in love with each other, no matter how big of a disagreement they had, they could work it out. Perhaps we didn't love each other enough, so we couldn't.

I turned around to leave, but he immediately pulled me back. He pressed me against the table and kissed me to vent his anger and frustration.

His aggressive and overbearing attitude made me resist him from the bottom of my heart. I turned my head to avoid him and raised my hand in an attempt to push him away.

But how could my strength be compared to his? To him, I probably had the strength of a mosquito. He grabbed my waist with one hand, hurting me a little with how hard he was grabbing me.

at the back of my head, forcing me

push him away, but I was harshly bitten by him. A piercing pain shot through my

let go of me. I don't want

let out a cold sneer, "We're husband and wife, why can't we be intimate with each other? Is it because you don't want to be with me, and you want to be with Irvin instead? A dead person is worth so

and a wave of

His facial expression looked like the gathering of clouds before a hurricane. The strong

he would hit me, or shove me to the ground in anger, but

his hand and pinched my lower jaw, then bit down on my lips cruelly. After that, he almost devoured

I don't want to. I don't even want to think about it. Let

"When have you ever thought about it? When have you ever

it was about to short-circuit, a wave of pain spread through my

resist.

like this? Was it due to the lack of love? Was that why he

gaze on him, the depths

They looked like a bottomless abyss, and all I

desolation