My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I fought back the urge to hit him, as I held back my anger. I decided not to say a word to him. I casted him a glance before pulling Hendrix away.

When we got out of the hospital, I was still a little angry. Hendrix saw that I had not spoken, so he paused and asked, "Would you like to vent your anger by hitting me?"

I looked up at him. His eyes were deep and calming. I lifted my arm and smoothed his sleeve that was slightly wrinkled after getting dragged by me.

"I'm fine. I'm not that angry!"

He laughed and led me into the car. After he buckled my seat belt, he kissed me on the forehead, "You're so cute when you're furious!"

Cute?

I was not sure whether the word 'cute' was used appropriately here.

Since it was already so late in the night, I fell asleep while I was still in the car.

When I woke up the next day, I was already in my bed at the villa.

came early. When he saw me

up yet?" That little fellow had to go to school. There was no way that she had not gotten up yet! "The driver had just sent her

early. Hendrix poured me a bowl of porridge and pushed

not understand what he meant,

to stay on guard last night and

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raised my eyes to look at him, seeing

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looked at me and said, "The weather forecast says it's going to

both the entrance and exit. Evan got off the car to clear the road. Hendrix pulled me towards him. There was warmth on his well- refined face as he said, "Don't be afraid. Whatever they ask, just

as we got out of the car, the reporters swarmed around

kinds of questions, Hendrix made

Group and went

I could guess what it was after hearing