My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Oscar laughed flamboyantly. When a person felt particularly smug, they tended to forget themselves.

He stretched out his hand towards me, preparing to pull me into the private room. I wanted to avoid it, but Dahlia blocked my way. There was no way for me to keep away from him.

I felt appalled, not wanting to be touched by this disgusting middle-aged man.

I broke out in a cold sweat, and could not help but be disgusted. I wanted to push him away.

But before he could do anything, my arm was pulled tightly towards someone's chest.

Hendrix uttered, deep and fierce, "Leave!"

The people around were stunned for a moment. Oscar's hand, which was about to reach out and towards me, hung stiffly in the air.

He retracted his hand slightly and laughed awkwardly, "Hahaha, we've caused Mr. Roberts to wait for too long, let's take our leave!"

held me in his arms, almost half of my body attached to his.

pinched my arm, and it felt a little painful. I raised my hand

shook my head and said lightly, "I'm

gaze seemed sinister as she looked at Hendrix and

friends, but I knew now. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

outstanding man like Hendrix was untouchable, the kind

being ordinary, she still felt like she was special and attractive. She was

in her mind, only a man

sing. Several middle-aged men came up to us. Clearly, they

a few girls

Hendrix pulled me to sit by his side without requesting any ladies of his own. As for the other four men or

Dahlia couldn't help but start to mutter the

was someone reserved, so he found an excuse to

he knew that his end goal was to