My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Do you blame me?" He asked. His shallow breath landed on my face. It felt particularly warm.

I shook my head. "It was a long time ago. When I look at Yana, I just feel like I'm looking at my old self. She sticks by someone who doesn't love her, becoming as insignificant as dust."

His eyes lingered on me. "If one could stay with the one they love without having to hurt others, that would be the greatest blessing of all."

His words were laced with guilt. I knew exactly what he meant. Circling my arms around his neck, I rested my head on his chest and said solemnly, "I don't blame you, Hendrix. We're actually the same; no one ever taught us how to love, and we had to learn it little by little by ourselves. We did lose a lot, but thankfully, we managed to understand each other's heart in the end."

After a pause, I continued, "I hope that Aaron can understand his own heart soon."

Yana had been with him for a solid decade. Throughout these ten years, Yana had never felt that she should be cared for. She was more dutiful than a mother when it came to taking care of Aaron. There were numerous women around him, but she seemed to have never cared. Whether it was for love or not, she could take everything in stride.

Even if it hurt, she concealed it from the public. She kept all her sadness to herself and waited until she was alone to let herself feel it in all its intensity.

Aaron was already accustomed to her presence. If she were to leave one day, he might not be able to move on.

weren't many cars on the road; he started the car and

fallen asleep. After I finished washing up, I took a look at Anne and covered her properly in her blanket. When I came out of Anne's room, Hendrix had also just finished his shower. He dried himself and sat on the couch, staring at his phone. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

looked up and saw that it was late. I lowered my voice and said, "Hendrix, it's

put on a wry smile. He gazed at me with

and felt that his smile

"I'm happy!" He said as the corners of his

pressed my lips again. Of course, I could tell he was happy, but I wanted to

that he was silent, I didn't force an answer out of him and

me from the back

by his compliment and retorted,

someone else nagging at

"Does it hurt?" I was taken by surprise. I actually forgot that there were those few days which occurred every month. How could he remember? Shaking my head slightly, I couldn't help but laugh. "There's so much happening at work

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