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?

finished speaking,

took it out and found that it was a video

boss is here to check on you. I'd better stay away!" Freya

Freya had to rely on her connections. However, she had a lukewarm relationship with Pedro, so she appealed to Hendrix for him to invest instead.

with a smile

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

to part

was soft, and it eased the sharpness in my words. "No, I'm fine. I can still get angry and fire shots at people. I feel like I've been reborn. Am I really sick?" There

is more important than anything else." Hendrix looked at me, and his expression was particularly

he was trying to see through me, to see what I'd

had a common point; they liked to make fun of their death. When they really