My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He gripped my hand, but I withdrew it and smiled lightly, "It wasn't bad then. Even now, I don't think it was bad. On the contrary, I felt the experience was good. At least I worked hard and have no regrets. Back then, I could have accepted Master Robert's goodwill, and be well-pampered as a lady of the Roberts' household, never needing to work. However, I would never have learned the difficulty of climbing up the corporate ladder, and never enjoy the satisfaction from that success."

Thinking of this carefully, I seemed to have regressed more and more over the years. During those years of hard work, I seemed to have been most like my true self.

Looking out of the window, I felt a sense of failure in my heart. In fact, I did not understand why I still insisted on leaving, even if I knew Hendrix would never give up on me.

But now, I figured it out. I had greatly admired Rowane. She was very similar to me, who once worked my guts out for my career, and for love. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The version of me who had been carefully protected by Hendrix was just like Andrea. She was overly protected by him, like a princess isolated in a castle. Gradually, Hendrix was the only one left in her world.

"I am afraid that I would ultimately end up like her, so I decided to leave Jarold City and come to Asherton, without authorization. I wanted to regain myself. Even if you're not there, I can still rely on myself to live the way I want."

But life was unpredictable. I didn't expect that I would be taken to Myanway. I almost died, and was fortunate to be saved. Perhaps, it's not too late. I did not have to be a canary in Hendrix's villa, or rely on him to live. I could go on my own. I would try my best to live how I wanted.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel. Hendrix got off the car, opened the door, and carried me in his arms.

and smooth. Before I could react, I was

away, but due to the alcohol,

in his arms and went straight into the elevator. Before the elevator door closed, he suddenly pressed me against it, constraining

hand to push him away. But this time, he had already blocked me, and pressed me on the elevator without any restraint. Fortunately, there was no one

of breath, and

to scoop me off my feet. As the elevator door opened, he carried me directly

against the wall and pressed his body against mine. With his piercing gaze on me, he

be reminding himself, but at the same time,

was panting a little. "Hendrix,

I don't want to hear anything!"

at him with a frown. "Hendrix, you're behaving like a

to me. He carried me

pressed down on the bed by his large body. I tilted my head and tried dodging