My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix gazed down at me as if he had read my mind, his gaze inexplicable.

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"I mean what I said." I didn't look up but carefully adjusted his clothes.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly tensed. Hendrix parted his lips, wanting to say something when heavy footsteps suddenly sounded from the quiet basement.

Looking up, Serene and Austin had already stepped out of the elevator and were coming over.

When I realized this, I immediately opened the door and was ready to get off the car. "I should go."

"Arianna." Hendrix suddenly grabbed my arm and deliberately lowered his voice with a burning passion, "No matter what you thought in the past, from now on, you must remember - whether I am dead or alive, as long as it is possible, you must live for me. Remember this."

Hendrix's teeth were clenched as he grabbed my wrist hard. Then he suddenly loosened his grip and let me get out of the car. I hid behind the weight- bearing pillar a few meters away before Serene and the rest came over.

Soon, Hendrix left Austin and Serene and drove out of the parking lot alone. The two were not surprised. When their own car was driven over, they soon disappeared as well.

when the basement was completely quiet again did I walk out from behind the

staring at the sign in the distance for a few seconds. I suddenly felt my heart palpitate as I thought of

his words - he contemplated leaving

have made him so willing to sacrifice everything just to ensure my survival? Why had he

and asked her to meet me at

located in one of the most bustling streets in the city

cap. When he walked past the front desk, he deliberately lowered his cap to avoid getting himself caught on surveillance. He needed to

before

were casually chatting that

business was the epitome

through

made

on their door. Thus, they had to be on high alert at all

just an exchange. I couldn't be bothered with the number of lives he was

sat down, I dived straight to the point, "I want Hendrix's recent physical examination report and a tracking of his movements. I need them

days. You have to