My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix had rarely had moments when he couldn't control his emotions. For a moment, everyone was shocked, and their gazes fell on him.

The air froze for a moment. Hendrix took a deep breath and straightened his posture. He returned to his expressionless state, walked past Baldrick and the others, then went upstairs.

"Hendrix." Jennifer called out, not wanting to be left out again. She turned around to chase after Hendrix. "Hendrix!"

However, Hendrix acted as if he had not heard anything; he didn't even turn his head. Instead, he walked even faster away from her.

I quickly stopped Jennifer. "Miss Marshall!"

After I saw that she stopped, I continued to say, "Hendrix doesn't want to meet anyone related to Johannes right now. Please respect this."

As I spoke, I had already made my way to the stairs, walking past Jennifer. "My husband and I have something to deal with temporarily. Please excuse us."

Jennifer was someone who had been pampered since she was young. If she looked visibly displeased, it was probably because she did not understand what it meant to stop when it was appropriate to do so. Although it was impolite to have left the guests, the premise was that were the guests even worthy of respect?

The bedroom door was open. As I walked in, I heard the sound of running water from the tap in the bathroom.

I arrived at the bathroom door, I saw Hendrix's reflection

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looked embarrassed yet dangerous at the same time. Water was still flowing from the tap, and the

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my heart. I frowned and turned back to get

between us was uttered during the entire process. Hendrix merely lowered his head and looked at me quietly. His dark eyes appeared deep and focused, as if he was watching

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can, Hendrix's hoarse and low voice slowly sounded, "Why are you so careful? What's in front of you is just a discarded defective

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one in my eyes, you are still Hendrix, my husband and the father of my children. I chose

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slightly, and he suddenly held me and