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

would willingly and generously give Hendrix up. But you really don't deserve

"You..."

angry that she couldn't say

that I don't deserve you. Whatever deeper meaning it has, I'm sure you understand better than me. This woman is foul inside and outside, and she is just scheming to get close

and pulled me into his arms. Ignoring Dahlia,

the restaurant directly, and Evan

Outside the restaurant...

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glanced at me. "The reason you pushed me away

ashen. "Arianna, you pushed me away without asking me