My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Oblivious to my response, Andrea continued to mock me over the phone, "Miss Reid, if you really want Hendrix to return, I will let him know later. He might go back to you later. But don't wait up. After all, if the dishes are cold, it would not be tasty."

I couldn't take it anymore. I hung up the phone and looked at the dishes on the table. I felt completely ridiculed!

Love?

Trust?

It was all bullsh*t!

I returned to my bedroom, my mind was filled with the sarcastic words Andrea had spoken. It was ridiculous that I thought I didn't care at all. But in reality, my heart ached and I couldn't sleep all night. Lying in bed, my brain could not calm down. My thoughts played back to the painful memories. I recalled how bad he had treated me in the past... And how all the happiness and warmth that I recently felt have all disappeared.

I couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried. I started to feel painful cramps from menstruation again. Perhaps it was because I had gotten some

cold running water

very sleepy... Whatever the reason was, I still couldn't sleep.

straight to the study and

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focus. After sometime, I put

room, I shifted my gaze towards the kitchen. There at the dining table was a man wearing a black suit. Sitting very upright at the

were still on the table. He sat at the table and ate

my chest. I felt uncomfortable as waves of emotions swirled

two hours since Andrea answered the call. Everything that could happen between

your precious health, you shouldn't eat them," I

and saw me. He was slightly stunned, and then, there was an indescribable emotion on his

words sounded gentle and caring, but at that

dishes have gone cold and stale. Don't eat them!"