My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to wring the water off his old clothes. He said blandly, "I'm fine!"

I pursed my lips and took a deep breath. I felt like there was something stuck in my chest.

I took out my wallet from my bag. There was not much cash, but I took everything out. Then I put my phone number and the money in front of him and said, "Take it. My phone number is on it. If you want me to help you, you can call me at any time."

Instead of reaching out to take the money, he just looked up at me. I put the money and the phone number beside him and left.

It was not that I was kind-hearted. It was just that during the time in Myanway, although Westin didn't help me publicly, he helped in private. Without him, I may not have been able to return home.

I took a taxi back to the villa and found Hendrix reading in the yard. When I entered the house, I saw him. He just looked down at the book in his hand indifferently, ignoring me.

I paused, went to the kitchen, and saw there was some food

dishes, ate alone, and went straight back to the bedroom. I was going to read a book, but I was too sleepy and

in the afternoon. When I went downstairs, I saw that the dishes on the table were

was no one in the villa. I sat in the living room for a while and then went back

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of what had happened in school. Not long after she

safety check on the project the next day, I sent a text message to

sound of a car engine approaching the villa. Hendrix was back. I lay on the bed with my eyes closed. We were unhappy

open, and the click of the bedside lamp. Then the sound of flowing water came from the bathroom. Before long, I felt the bed dip. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website

my waist was grabbed from behind. At the unexpected contact, I couldn't help but stiffen. He was probably aware the I was

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