My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Arianna!" Hendrix was enraged. "What, do you feel bad for Irvin now that he has fallen into depravity? Do you want to be a saint and go save him?"

I frowned and asked, "Hendrix, what are you talking about?"

"Isn't that so?" He sneered, "You probably pushed me over to Rowane just so you could go to the hospital to see him today."

Shocked, I had no idea how to respond. Instead, I blurted out, "Rowane is beautiful and outstanding. Be it in appearance or talent, she is the epitome of excellence..." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He sneered, "Haha! Should I thank you instead, for putting in so much effort for my sake? You really are something. Other women try their best to prevent their husbands from cheating, but you're pushing your own husband into the arms of another woman. Don't you think that I should thank you?"

Being rendered speechless by him, I couldn't help but feel a little upset. Then, it suddenly struck me as to what to say and so I looked up at him gearing myself up.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't mean to push you away yesterday. I just thought that you had something important to discuss with her, so I took the initiative to leave. When I came back, you were already gone, so I came home by myself. I didn't purposely go to the hospital to meet Irvin today. I just happened to meet him there. Hendrix, I've never thought to push you away. I just don't know what to do!"

His gaze softened. He sighed and helplessly tugged at me, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."

dipped my head and shook it lightly, extricated

love between equals could sustain. The chasm between us awas already far too

was in a trance. What was I

I was lost.

in the bathroom for a long time before I finally came out. Hendrix was on the balcony, smoking. Normally, I would've sneaked into his arms

smell of tobacco wafted into the bedroom. I had just caught a cold, and the smoke irritated my throat, causing me

stubbed out the cigarette butt, came in, poured me some water, and smoothed my back. "Have you

me that it wasn't a big deal and that I shouldn't take medicine for every little bug. Medicines are still drugs and

brows knitted together but he didn't say much. Seeing that I had

and closed my eyes, in preparation to sleep, but I

probably be expected to engage in a light banter with him and currently, that was

no choice but to pretend

Half an hour later.

After a few rustling

he failed to do so. The