My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He suddenly stopped. His dark eyes peered at me intently, thoughtful and unpredictable, "So, in your opinion, the reason why I have been looking for you at all costs and carefully approaching you is that I am not used to losing?"

I knew I had hurt him with my words, I lowered my gaze and refused to look at him any further.

He pinched my chin and tilted it up, forcing me to look at him. His gaze was firm and his voice was deep, "Why are you avoiding me? Just tell me. What are you afraid of?" Seeing that I didn't want to answer, he sneered, "Why? Do you feel guilty because of your own words?"

"Hendrix, what do you want from me?" I was on the edge of a breakdown, "Don't you know why I pushed you away? Because of you, I can never have a baby anymore. It's all because of you. Since I was young I wished to have my parents' love. I was envious of other girls who rode on their fathers' shoulders. You have ruined all my hopes to be a mother. Isn't this enough?"

He was stunned by my frank words. I sobbed, "You know that I love you, but so what? I could have given birth and raised my children like other women, but because of your selfishness, I suffered like I was in hell. You made me lose my child and caused me to lose the chance of becoming a mother forever. Because of you, I cannot face my own parents. You let us fight each other and become enemies. Are these reasons not enough for me to leave you?"

He stared at me. His eyes were like icebergs, frozen and emotionless, without a single speck of warmth.

to forgive each other. You think we

once thought that when I could become pregnant with another child, everything in the past could just

I wasn't able to have a child anymore. For the rest of my life, I would never be able to forget my unborn child.

would have been tortured by memories. Whenever I saw a pair of mother and child, I would break down and the resentment in my heart swallowed me whole. I would never be able

chose

he got up,

me two sets of clothes." After hanging

to come out of the bathroom. Someone knocked on the door and he opened it with a bath towel around his

bags in his hand. He didn't hide from me and put on his clothes in front of

bed, drained and he stood by the window. His voice was low and dejected, "Your clothes are here. From now on, I will not

table, took his