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.

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

straight back to the bedroom. I was going to read a book, but I was too

woke up in a daze in the afternoon. When I went downstairs, I saw that the dishes on the table were

didn't feel very well. There was no one in the villa. I sat in the living room for a while and then went back to the bedroom. After sleeping all day, I couldn't

and thunder filled the night. The late autumn rain

stories of what had happened

sleepy yet. Remembering my plan to visit Lancille Village to conduct a safety check on the project the next day,

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

the sound of flowing water came from the bathroom. Before long, I felt the bed dip. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

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

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