My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Good... night."

I finally came back to my senses a few seconds later. I turned over, held my head and asked Hendrix, "How did you know that Cyril was also at that bar?"

"I didn't." Hendrix smiled proudly with his eyes closed. He looked as though everything was under his control.

"You didn't?" I didn't believe him. "Then, could you be so sure that someone would pick Freya up?"

Hendrix finally opened his eyes and looked at me with his deep dark eyes. He said, "Because I've truly understood the feeling of missing someone, especially when they refuse to see each other."

"Any other details?" I suddenly became very interested and waited anxiously for his explanation.

Hendrix slowly closed his eyes again and refused to say anything else. "My lips are dry. I don't have the strength to continue."

He had picked up Aaron's arrogant way of speaking it seems.

All in all, wasn't he simply trying to get the better of me right now?

wanted to satisfy my own curiosity and hear about this gossip

Can you tell me

Although he quickly hid it

ground. I should have just cried and make a fuss about it. I'm sure

let him take advantage of me

word and

the pillow. Then, he pulled me into his arms and

Men are trash!

about to lose my

do you think I would do if you weren't with me and

"What would you do?"

someplace quiet, put my phone into flight mode, then call

much calmer nowadays. I was afraid of bringing up some bad memories, so I quickly changed the topic. understand. There were too many things that you couldn't say or do at that time. But that's all in

me and didn't probe any further. He continued, "What I'm trying to say is, emotions are like a flood. No one can stop them. I can't stop

and asked, "But Freya said that she would put an end to their relationship. She would have blocked Cyril's number, right? How did he

"Woah! Could it be?"