My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Not long after I talked to her, Evan's call came. I was slow to answer the phone.

A voice came through the phone, sounding a little hurried. "Madam, Hendrix is in a meeting now. The bodyguards told me that you met Chloe in the hospital. Can you go somewhere else with them first?"

I frowned and knew what he meant. The media was probably on an active lookout for me now, since Chloe had most likely revealed my whereabouts after our earlier quarrel.

After a pause, I said, "Alright, got it!"

After bidding Yana farewell, I quickly left. The few bodyguards that were guarding the door looked a little anxious and much more guarded than usual.

It was clear to see that Chloe had ousted the fact that I was at the hospital to the reporters.

I got into the car and a few cars followed us as soon as we got on the road. The people in the car began to take out their cameras, pointing them at our car, readying to snap whatever photos they could of me. Although the bodyguards had winded up all the windows, this was an opportunity that rarely came by for the reporters - they wouldn't just give up the chase this easily.

Some fearless reporters overtook the car and started taking pictures of us from ahead of the car.

This, no doubt, would attract the attention of passers-by.

for its traffic jams, the bodyguards hastily turned into another junction, worried that an accident might await us if we were to use the main roads. However, the commotion was so loud that it

a large

also troubled after seeing

sure everyone stays in the car. Keep Madam protected and wait for me to come over!" Evan's voice boomed over the

nodded and did as they

big crowds surrounded the car. If no one got out, the

the car door. No matter how solid the car was, it could not withstand

countless people could be heard outside the car. As time passed, the questions from those outside turned into aggressive scolding. They berated us for quite some time; false and untrue things escaping

squabble. My head was buzzing, so I became quite

intertwined both of my hands and started scratching them until

shocked and began to panic

still driving. He said, "No matter what happens, don't get out of the

"Madam's hands are hurt and her face is pale.

back after a pause, "Hold

by the cursing outside the carthat