My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

She paused, pursed her lips, and drank more than half her cup. Then, she looked away and said, "If I were stronger and held my ground, calling that woman out, maybe Zachary and I wouldn't have gotten to this point."

I rarely saw her like this. She looked as lonely as a traveler alone in the night, covered in wind and snow. I didn't know how to answer her.

Freya looked on for a while, and her loneliness dissipated in the blink of an eye. She began to gossip. "How long will you and Hendrix pretend to be divorced? Fortunately, you told me. Otherwise, I would have taught Hendrix a lesson when I saw that attitude of his."

"I don't know. It'll take some time." I sighed and suddenly felt a little depressed.

Who would be willing to pretend to be enemies if they could love each other without bounds?

There would never be a shortage of women around Hendrix. Even if none of them matched his strength and background perfectly, what if someone who could replace me really appeared one day? What should I do then?

as I finished speaking, my phone

and found that it was

here to check on you.

connections. However, she had a lukewarm relationship with Pedro, so she appealed to Hendrix for him to invest instead. That was why he'd attended the ribbon-cutting

my head with a smile and

after so long. Aren't you done being angry?" Hendrix

hate to part

it eased the sharpness in my words. "No, I'm fine. I can still get angry and fire shots at people. I feel like

else." Hendrix looked at me,

obvious that he was concerned about me, but I could clearly feel that he was

terminal diseases in the world had a common point; they liked to make fun of their death. When they really