My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Let's go to the hospital later," Hendrix said, as he raised his hand to push aside the hair on my forehead.

Startled, I replied instinctively, "There's no need for that. We have to find Anne first."

He frowned as he called me, "Arianna..."

"I said, we have to find Anne first." After saying that, I walked straight out of the door. He grabbed me by my wrist.

Hendrix frowned, mostly out of resignation. He said, "I'll look for Anne, and you'll visit the hospital, okay?"

I looked at him, an inexplicable anger rising in my heart. Shaking him off, I said without thinking, "You'll look for her? You didn't raise her, you didn't put your energy and love into her. She's not your own child, so you can simply say that you'll look for her to brush things off? Hendrix Roberts, do you think that I can go to the hospital with a peace of mind now? Or do you think that because Anne isn't your own child, it doesn't matter even if she goes missing?"

Those words were out of anger and of impulse.

As soon as I said that, I regretted it.

Hendrix's dark eyes seemed to be bitterly cold. He looked at me and pursed his lips, saying with his icy eyes, "Am I that cold-blooded to you?"

knew that those words had hurt him. However, I was stubborn, so I refused to apologize even though I knew that

looked down slightly and bit my lip. In the end, I only said, "I should

answer would inevitably

a single step before he grabbed my hand. He said in a deep and cold voice,

He was angry.

the Reid family, even the Moore family, they are all people that I can't abandon. You're the only one whom I can give up anytime. Hence, Mr. Roberts, please let go of me as I need to find the

eyes grow dimmer, I hesitated, but still peeled off his grip

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my facial expression. I couldn't help but want to slap myself in the face. I had blurted

just say all that without processing things through my

done was done. The words had already been spoken, so

matter and went to a

to the window. Josiah wasn't blind, and

was following Josiah when he entered. It was obvious that they had both been

to keep the expression on my face from being so ferocious. I said to Josiah, "Mr. Saunders, could I have a word with

cold gaze fell on me. He pursed his lips and walked to sit at