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

running water while

early, or because I was not very sleepy... Whatever the reason was, I still couldn't

straight to the study

the lights in the yard lit up once again. My grasp on the book tightened, "Has he come back so soon?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

couldn't focus. After sometime, I put down the book and went

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

still on the table. He sat at the table and

pain burned in my chest. I felt uncomfortable as waves of emotions swirled in

the call. Everything that could happen between them, would

of your precious health, you shouldn't eat them," I said in a cold

was

gentle and caring, but at that moment,

and said indifferently, "No, these dishes have gone cold and stale. Don't eat them!" Then, regardless of whether he