My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I walked over to their table. Dahlia, who was still weeping, finally saw me. Her eyes widened for a moment. Her jaw dropped but she was dumbstruck.

Hendrix's gaze fell on me, looking at me with a heart-wrenching look in his eyes.

From the looks of it, he had probably believed Dahlia to some extent. Dahlia probably thought that Hendrix would come to dislike me because of my insolence, which was why she had crafted such a story.

As for why she had deliberately said that Sebastian took good care of me, she probably wanted Hendrix to think that I was a promiscuous woman who could fall in love with anyone.

To be honest, I wanted to thank her for deliberately trying to smear me. I would have no more reasons to push Hendrix away otherwise.

"Dahlia, it's impossible for a good man to fall in love with you, much less an ordinary man. You are neither physically attractive, talented, nor kind-hearted. Basically, you don't have any characteristics that would attract a man. To be honest, if a woman like Naomi or a woman like

I would willingly and generously give Hendrix up.

"You..."

was so angry that she couldn't say a

a faint smile and said, "Hendrix, everything she said just now, is to tell you that I don't deserve you. Whatever deeper meaning it has, I'm

me, stretched out his hand, and pulled me into his arms. Ignoring Dahlia, he looked at me, distressed and filled with

of the

Outside the restaurant...

looked at him, calmly. "Let go now, we're done with the show!" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

glanced at me. "The reason you pushed me away was because of what

to choose?" His face was ashen. "Arianna, you pushed me away without asking me anything, from beginning to end.