My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He got a little bit angry and asked, "Arianna, is there something wrong with you? Would I do such a thing to my own child?"

I sneered, looked at him and said mercilessly, "Why wouldn't you? What wouldn't you do that? You're an unscrupulous businessman. Do you think you're any righteous?"

His face instantly fell. His voice became low and harsh as he said, "Arianna, Hendrix lets you have your way, but I won't do the same. I'm more anxious than you are about Anne's disappearance, but this isn't an excuse for you to be unreasonable."

"Am I being unreasonable?" Looking at the setup in his place, I saw Anne's favorite toys were still on the couch and got even more agitated. Without thinking it through, I sneered and said, "Sure, I'll let you understand what truly is unreasonable."

Before he could react, I raised my hand and pushed all the expensive red wine on the wine cabinet to the ground. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The sound of shattering glass followed, as the blood-red wine spilled everywhere on the floor.

"Are you crazy?" he roared angrily.

I didn't care at all. Whatever I could get my hands on, I smashed them onto the ground as I yelled loudly, "Give Anne back to me!"

control their emotions. There wasn't any difference between being

I had pretty much destroyed Josiah's house into shambles, Hendrix

hospital. She's in more serious condition than you think." Hendrix held me in his arms and looked at him, frowning. He said in a cold voice, "What you should think about now is how to find Anne as soon as possible." After that, he carried me out of

car, I calmed down. Red wine was all over my body and my hair was in

that I was in an incredibly sorry state at the moment. I had no clue

as well. After we returned to the hotel, I took a shower and laid on the bed.

stared at me. His eyes looked as bottomless as the abyss as he said, "Arianna, let's go

him. I wasn't feeling as fidgety or nervous as before. Instead, I was completely

suddenly laughed and said, "What are we going to

was too glaring and I decided to not continue looking at

want Anne to be with me too? Are you

looked at me. There was a glint in his cold, dark eyes. He looked

right?" I interrupted him. I said even more fiercely, "You don't want Anne, and

cry. The sorrow in my heart seemed to have festered for a long time. After saying all those