My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I looked at the pair of good-looking people in front of me, and did not utter another word before taking my leave.

When I walked past Andrea, I felt her grab my arm. "I won't give up, and I have no intention of giving up. If I can't have it, then neither can you, Arianna."

It seemed I had thought too highly of her earlier. I gave her a sideways glance and raised my eyebrows as I replied to her threat. "He isn't a thing that you can possess easily. He is a human being. He did not love you in the past, and neither will he love you in the future. If you want to destroy me, feel free to do so. But of course, if you want to destroy him, I think that's only a daydream of yours. After all, he is the source of everything you rely on now, including the men around you. Once you destroy him, you will only ruin yourself."

"Is there anything you want to eat later?" This was a thing of the past, dwelling on it would not do any good. I was reluctant to talk about it, nor did I want to hear other people's stories.

She snorted as she let go of me, "Let's wait and see."

One would only be able to let go of another once they stopped caring about them. Andrea's feelings for Hendrix was something straight out of the unordinary.

time. Perhaps it was pure dependence. Hendrix had taken care of her for many years, and she was used to being the only woman he cared about. Once this dynamic changed and his

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