My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2015

"If not, would you even get a chance to get close to him?"

"There are so many women out there who want to be Mrs. Roberts. You'd be considered unconventional."

"You're very smart. You know how to make good use of your strengths. It's such a pity that you picked the wrong person. If you want to be the wife of the richest man in the country, it'd be much easier to do tha through me."

He was well aware that Arianna who had forgotten everything, the one who loved and hated him, wouldn't have a good impression of him.

Hendrix's heart was hurting, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Just stay away from me. Forget everything, just like how you treated me with disdain today. You've done enough, let me fight through the pain," was his only thought.

If everything went according to plan, there would be a smaller risk of his plans backfiring.

Hendrix wanted to let me go, but then he saw the information that Evan brought back. All the dignity and stubbornness he had been holding on to, collapsed.

his memories had returned, Hendrix still took Wynn along and moved out from the Marshall family villa

hesitate to act rashly and alert the enemy. He used several secret hideaways of the Marshall family to find Shirley and Irvin's child. He wanted them to acknowledge

harsh words. They were all part of his strategy to keep Arianna stay by

that she would remember everything before he had settled

forgotten about Pedro being Aaron's old friend, which gave

after seeing Aaron,

he had to move faster to prepare his counterattack. His first target was Jennifer. Hendrix knew that Arianna had remembered everything. Although he couldn't bear to be apart from her, she

was expected, but he hadn't seen it coming either. Arianna had returned, which gave him incredible

to the present, Hendrix

sofa with me in

he held my shoulder. We leaned on each other, like a couple who had long experienced

but from the moment you appeared, the wall

a sad laugh and continued, "It's quite ridiculous. My mind had been controlled by a small pocket

would remember

and looked me in the eye. "For a hypnotist, the