My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

There was more to what he said. I looked up at him with disbelief.

Anger crept up to me as I said, "You're overthinking it. I'm not like you. I know my boundaries. I'd not act on my ill intentions, and never would I do things through means like this."

Although I said these words calmly, they were enough to hurt. So much had happened in the past four years. What we were destined to go through, we already did. People were most afraid of their scars being exposed, and that was exactly what I just did to Hendrix.

Hendrix slammed his fist on the balcony rail in anger. The fury he had suppressed for a long time had finally broken out. He threw his phone to the ground, smashing it into pieces.

For the past seven years, I had never seen him so angry. It was a kind of rage that could almost devour a person.

I was completely startled by his reaction. I could see the darkness pooling in his eyes and the ferociousness he had in his nature.

For a moment, I thought he would hurt me, but he didn't.

He just muttered, "Cut ties with Irvin. Don't get involved in his affairs, or Shirley's."

It was not worth it to hurt ourselves for others. No matter how well- cultivated and courteous a person was to others, all their manners could be thrown out the window in a fit of rage. Hendrix's emotions had been forced out of his forbearance and exhaustion time and time again.

this; I could even be forgiving. But everyone had to make peace with their own feelings and

went out of the study silently. We were no longer young and

we fought, left home, cried hysterically as if proclaiming to the whole world that we

and

dried my hair, and went

But to sleep?

I couldn't.

the bedroom after that, nor did I leave the

a grip on ourselves. Seeing each other would only cause harm; nothing good would come out of it. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

the early hours of the morning, I felt a slight sense of drowsiness. But the bedroom door opened all of a sudden, followed by

edge of the bed and called out to me a few times. He

He murmured, "I'm sorry."

I just felt

for a long time. When I woke up, it was

got up and went downstairs to Anne's room, but crossed paths with a middle-aged woman in the

a nanny that Hendrix hired. When she saw me, she greeted me warmly