My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Nothing. I just feel that you can be indecisive at times. Some people are just too loathsome, so much so that they should not exist in the first place."

"Are you responsible for what happened to Sierra?" I uttered the words that had been gnawing at the back of my mind.

Stubbing out the cigarette butt, he said nonchalantly, "She asked for it!"

"Irvin!" My body stiffened as if being frozen in a block of ice.

How did he become this person?

He said, looking seemingly unperturbed, "Her existence is worthless. To continue to live is to be a burden to others."

I landed a slap square across his face. My palm felt numb from the pain.

The man got out of the car with lightning speed and stood before me to stop me from harming Irvin.

at me as the blood spilt from the corner of his lip. He wiped

eyebrows slyly towards me and asked, "Feeling sorry for her? Or were you

spat.

really think he's that gentle and tolerant? Have you

coupled with a dismal tone, he muttered, "He's way more insidious than I am. Arianna, there's always more to someone than

heart from all the feelings I had bottled up. Fortunately, he did not trail after me. I heaved a sigh of relief.

to the villa, Hendrix was not around. I curled up in a

that his hectic schedule was up to his neck. At times, he even had to work until

bored knowing that he was busy and that

still came

was supposed to go to Jarold University for a lecture the next day. When I woke up, I caught sight of a dense crowd converging on the ground

Hendrix owned as he was discreet about it. There was only a handful

with the crowd suddenly appearing like this, it was

me only when they knew