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.

at him harshly. "No need. Thanks for the thought, Mr. Roberts." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

gloominess on his face grew even heavier, "Arianna, must we take things this far? We shouldn't

we shouldn't be like this. But how did we reach

pursed his lips. His face seemed to be a

pointed out. After harming others, he still thought that all his wrongdoings could be erased with an apology.

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

he was energetic as usual. He helped me carry my suitcase to the

at me,

the car, Hendrix simply stood at the door and stared

parting was a long

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

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

I really let everything