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 vibrated in

took it out and found that it

is here to check on you. I'd better stay away!" Freya joked, stood up

Hendrix for him to invest instead. That was why he'd attended the ribbon-cutting ceremony that day. From that day on, Freya often joked about it by saying that she was

a smile and then picked up the phone

picking up my call after so long. Aren't you done being angry?" Hendrix raised his eyebrows and

hate to part

tired. You've stayed outside for an entire day without rest. How's your body? Do you feel strange anywhere?" Hendrix's tone 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

important than anything else." Hendrix looked at me,

he was trying to see through me,

of their death. When they really realized that death would