My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He frowned coldly at me. "Speak properly!"

"If I speak properly, will you listen to me?" I roared, "Why did you refund my ticket without my consent? Hendrix, what do you think of me? Am I your toy? Am I a robot that you can control as you please or a puppet that has to listen to everything you say?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He curled his lips and fell into silence. He stared at me motionlessly for a long time before asking, "Are you angry?"

I was stunned, but I tried not to let my anger get the best of me and responded, "No, but please don't touch my stuff without my permission. It doesn't matter if you don't want to divorce. Well just waste our time but please respect me. I only have this one request. Thank you!"

I spoke in a polite but distant way, weary of our fights and having to get mad at him.

Without looking at his expression, I went upstairs and booked myself another flight ticket. Afterwards, I went downstairs with my suitcase.

He stood in the hall, piercing his cold, black eyes on me as if he wanted to see through me.

the suitcase to the car. Fortunately, he

sigh of relief when I noticed that he was not following

early, I found a book

a fright when she came over

looking overcoat with a knitted knee-length skirt and a pair of short boots.

I still

beamed, "Miss Reid, don't you remember me? We've just met. My name is Eunice Hathaway. You and

I finally

my hometown is in Sandville,

when I went to high school but after that, they didn't have enough to let me continue my studies at the university. That's why I

not good at socializing, so I didn't have anything to say to her after she finished

When she saw me reading, she smiled and asked, "Miss Reid, do you also like reading 'Notre-Dame de Paris'? I read it two days ago

After a pause, I glanced at her and pointed out, "We're still a few days shy