My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I turned the phone on and inserted the sim I had retrieved from my previous phone. It fitted well in my palm and was quite nice to hold. "What's the brand of this phone? I don't think I've seen it before!" I said. Hendrix glanced sideways at it, "It's a new brand, recently released in Oakland. It's likely a high-end brand incorporated with artificial intelligence." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I nodded and continued studying it. At first glance, it did not seem very special, but it did look like it could be used as a projector watching movies.

When I logged onto Whatsapp, I saw the series of messages I received. It was all from Hendrix. I blinked as the icon showed over a hundred unread messages. I was dumbstruck. Yet I understood then why he was so angry with me the night before. Not being able to get through to me must have made him so anxious.

I looked at him and said with a faint smile, "Hendrix, don't get angry if you can't get through to me next time. It's possible I'm not looking at my phone, or have it on silent. If I'm in danger or need help, I will call you as soon as possible."

He looked at me and snorted childishly. Then, he said blandly, "No matter what happens, don't turn off your phone or put it into silent mode. I can't help but worry if I can't reach you."

completely honest, I enjoyed his concern. I liked it very much. Looking through the other messages I

went there yesterday. Please help me keep an eye on him. If he dares to look at other

I replied, "Okay, I'll

that I was smiling, Hendrix asked, "What's the matter?

an eye on him and make sure he doesn't mess around. Otherwise, she'll fly over and kill him." Hendrix suddenly stepped on the brakes

face, I answered, "Naomi sent this message last night so

suddenly started the car and made

was going on, but I could tell,