My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I didn't speak, nor did I have any strength left to speak. I didn't even want to say anything to these people. Hendrix looked at them with frighteningly deep eyes, but he still didn't say anything. A long silence ensued.

In the next few days, Hendrix kept coming to the hospital, and so did Valerie and Pedro. However, as if everyone had already planned it together, they chose to be collectively silent.

It wasn't some serious illness, so three days later, I was discharged from the hospital.

Hendrix picked me up and brought me back to the villa.

I seemed to have gotten used to the silence. Looking at all the familiar things in the bedroom, I suddenly felt that one-third of my life had been a joke.

In fact, there was nothing for me to bring with me when I left. Since moving into the Roberts family's villa, all my belongings were bought by Hendrix. With the exception of my ID card and diploma certificate, I almost brought nothing with me when I came here.

"It's very late. It's not safe for you to go out now. Just get some rest today," Hendrix said, reaching to hold my hand as I was packing my luggage.

need. Thanks for the thought, Mr. Roberts." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

"Arianna,

like this. But how did

his lips. His face seemed to be a mix of grimness and pain when he uttered, I'm

I would gladly accept this apology," I pointed out. After harming others, he still thought that all his wrongdoings could be erased with an apology. How ridiculous. Februaries were all drizzles and coldness. I pulled my suitcase out

of the bedroom and stood at the entrance of the villa. I heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, everything was

his car over. His hair had been cut short and he was energetic as usual. He

peered at

Hendrix simply stood at the door and stared blankly

was

car pulled away, he was still standing there motionless like a statue. His tall and slender body became increasingly blurred in the cold drizzle. "Perhaps things aren't as bad as you think. You didn't have to leave!" lan told me in a

papers in my hands, I grinned in reply, "lan, some things may seem to be over on the surface, but it really is like a thorn that would sometimes prick into

really let everything