My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

From the corner of my eyes, I could see the small spark in his hand. I did not know what he was feeling. I raised my hand, took the cigarette butt from his hand and took a light puff. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The thick cigarette smoke engendered within me an urge to cough. I felt like I was about to choke to death but fortunately, I managed to pull through.

"Stupid!" He said and took the cigarette from my hand. He immediately stubbed it out and threw it into the trash can.

His dark gaze fell on me. I couldn't tell what was on his mind. "If you're in a bad mood, you can vent it on me."

I smiled lightly and shook my head, "Hendrix, I'm tired." I really was fatigued. Most people in this world lived under constant pressure. As such, every second of their lives was filled with pain and suffering. Living became a tiring chore.

He held me in his arms, squeezing my whole body so tight that it started to hurt. But then I realized, it was actually my heart that was hurting.

it was fate. At the time, I wondered how a woman her age could still be so elegant and beautiful. It was really a blessing from God. However, she was willing to hurt me for Andrea's sake. In the warehouse, I felt my child die little by little. At the time, I hated her. I swore that if I lived through it, I would make her experience ten

mentioned my child, the pain in

discomfort in my heart. "But what I was not aware of was that in the end, the price I paid was not small either. If I could, I would rather we never know each other. I would rather have never married you, never gone to Ucrebury. Maybe

his embrace, I could feel his growing pain vibrating from his chest

a sign that he

place four years ago, I wanted to hate you. I even thought to stay as far away from you as humanly possible for the rest of my life, and to leave everyone around me.

The resentment that was suppressed in my heart for many years had become a waste. I knew that if I can't hate you, then I certainly won't be able to hate her. She's my biological mother; that's a fact that can't be changed. No matter how wronged I was, or how bad everything

bitterness and pain in my heart,

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