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

the cold running water while

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

straight to the study and continued reading

engine could be heard from downstairs and the lights in the yard lit up once again. My grasp on the book tightened, "Has he

couldn't focus. After sometime,

the dining table was a man wearing a black suit. Sitting very upright

dishes were still on the table. He sat at

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

answered the call. Everything that could happen between them,

are cold. Mr. Roberts, you should take care of your precious health, you shouldn't eat them," I

turned around and saw me. He was slightly stunned, and then, there was an indescribable emotion on his handsome face. He asked, "Did I wake you

caring, but at that moment, I

the side of the table and said indifferently, "No, these dishes have gone cold and stale. Don't eat them!" Then, regardless of whether he had started eating or not, I