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.

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gloominess on his face grew even heavier, "Arianna, must we take things this far? We

But how did we

His face seemed to be a mix of grimness and pain

my baby and Monique can come back alive, 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

walked out of the bedroom and stood at the entrance of the villa. I heaved a

His hair had been cut short and he was

peered at me, "Let's

got into the car, Hendrix simply stood at the door and stared blankly into the

was a long

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

the divorce 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 my skin and wake me up in the dead of night.

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