My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was lost in thought. I wasn't sure how I felt. I knew everything that had happened between Hendrix and Andrea, and I also knew how much Hendrix cared for Andrea. It was no different from a brother taking care of his younger sister.

However, after all that had happened, it was inevitable that my mood would be affected.

"What are you thinking about?" A low voice sounded in my ears. It was Hendrix. As he spoke, he took away my milk tea and drank it with the straw I had used.

It was not a big deal, for a husband and wife to do that. But we were in public, and with Andrea around, his actions seemed pretty deliberate.

"Goodness me, the both of you are so clingy. Can you consider the feelings of the outsiders that are in the same room as you two?" Naomi jokingly complained, her eyes filled with joy.

Linda looked at her and teased, "Is this your first time seeing them like this?"

The two of them smiled at each other meaningfully.

The smile on Andrea's face faded slightly, and she tightened her grip on the milk tea. I looked away

from her.

would always be the one you'd want the most,

at me. "It tastes good, but it's indeed a little overwhelmingly sweet. It won't be good for your teeth.

smacked my lips in disagreement, "I don't drink it very often. I only drink it occasionally. And like today I still have to

laughed at my pert reply, "You'd feel so sad over just one sip of milk tea? It seems

right next to my ear. With him leaning into my personal space, the sight we presented made it obvious that we were flirting with one another. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

the meal to continue, I switched seats with Sebastian,

at me and frowned. "Why did you switch? That's your man. Why are you trying to distance yourself

about something. If I don't take the initiative, are you going to let your boyfriend

looked at me and said, "You're really thoughtful.

hungry, so I didn't say much and only focused

anything else to do but look at them. To be precise, I was looking at Hendrix. I haven't seen him for a while, but he hadn't changed much beyond losing a bit of

feeling my stare burn a hole into him, he suddenly looked up at me. His dark eyes slightly