My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Thinking about the past, I couldn't help but laugh. Everything back then seemed like a joke. Now that I thought about it, everything about it was enough to warm my heart for a long time. Fate couldn't be avoided even if one tried. No matter how much you forced something to happen, it was still not going to happen if it wasn't meant to.

I heard footsteps behind me. Fiona must have figured I was taking too long and decided to come and get me to eat.

I tied my long hair into a ponytail and turned around. When I saw that it was Hendrix, I was a little startled.

Then I turned back slightly and continued doing what I was doing but at a slower pace.

What happened last night was a fight, right?

Hendrix put his hands on my shoulder. I could see him from the mirror. His gaze was warm. He looked at me as I braided my hair, no longer angry like he was the previous night.

I set my gaze downwards to avoid looking at him.

I didn't say a word and neither did Hendrix. Silence fell between us, making the already odd atmosphere feel even tenser.

I sighed.

I took a slight breath, but before I could say something, Hendrix said, "We're going to see Yana later. Do you want to put some makeup on?"

he didn't remind me, I would have forgotten about it. We did agree the night before that we

and comfort me. Usually, others always had

I nodded in response.

you still going to the office today?"

just sounded too much of a chore. As long as I looked presentable, just lip

good!" He commented, like a child wanting to please his

faintly, got up,

to access chapters of

placed it on the table, and I saw

company matters. He looked at me and said softly, "I'll be done in

he got up to answer the phone. I didn't understand most of what he was saying since he used too

one thing - he was buying the Granger Group over. And he was going to do it bit by bit, one step at a

the food in my bowl. My appetite was gone. I got up and pushed the chair into the table, causing a bit of

and looked over to me. Seeing that I was about to leave the dining table, he frowned a little and asked, "What is it? Is the food not

Fiona heard what he said, she looked somewhat nervous. After all, it

head,