My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

My thoughts scattered. He is obviously trying to hurt Rowane!

Fortunately, I was feeling kind-hearted enough to spare Rowane, so I held back my impulse to cough. I gritted my teeth in a forced smile, almost gnashing my teeth. "Don't you have any hands, Mr. Roberts?" He pursed his lips, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be seen, a certain malicious glee shining in his eyes. "It's not convenient for me to do so. My hands are full!"

While speaking, he picked up the documents that he had put down and raised his eyebrows at me in silent challenge.

I glowered at him but before I could formulate a response, Rowane sprang up, unable to sit still any longer. She said, "Mr. Roberts, I'll leave the documents to you. I still have something to do. I'll excuse myself first!"

Then she left the courtyard, her face sullen.

I looked back at Hendrix, speechless for a moment. What was he trying to do?

A part of me admired Rowane's endurance. From the moment she came in until she left, she had held back her anger and kept a smile on her face the whole time.

someone that much, I guess

be regarded as a gentleman?" "I'm not a gentleman at all!" He smirked. "What's more, I'm a married man. As a woman, she should not get close to any married man. That is the

flustered under his direct gaze. I said, "We are divorcing. You are a bachelor. You can't blame someone for falling in love with

I am so excellent,

I...

defeat him in a verbal battle, I stood up and said, "When speaking about love, even if that person is superb, that doesn't mean that he or she is suitable for everyone." He stood up too, his gaze dimmed. "So,

"Since Miss Zanes had left and we don't seem to have anything else to discuss, I'll take my leave

wrist, stopping me. My heart was pounding like crazy, and I tried my best to calm

his eyebrows. "I was the one who took care of you from the time you fell into

am a stranger to you, you should at least thank me for saving

manner was starting to make me nervous. I

mocked me. He was

you want me to thank you?" I could have smacked myself for what came out of my mouth. I knew that I would not like what he would say next. Even if he had a