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?"

did agree the night before that we would

coax and comfort me. Usually, others always had to compromise when it came to him. Seeing him going soft for me,

I nodded in response.

you still going to the office today?" I asked while applying

a hassle. Plus, I had to remove them later which just sounded too much of a chore. As long

like a child wanting

faintly, got up, and went into the

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wasn't hungry. After a few bites, Hendrix's phone rang. He placed it on the table, and I saw that Evan was

He looked at me and said

most of what he was saying since he used too much business

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

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

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

it was her first day here.

shook my head,