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?

choice because I too wanted to satisfy my own curiosity and hear about this gossip really badly. Although I was

Can you tell

proud of himself. Although he quickly

just cried and make a fuss about it.

him take advantage of

word and didn't

adjusted himself and changed into a more comfortable position. He placed his arm in between my neck and the pillow. Then,

Men are trash!

I was about to lose my temper,

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

"What would you do?"

phone into flight mode, then call

the

emotions are like a flood. No one can stop

nodded blankly. I suddenly thought of something and asked, "But Freya said that she would put an end to their relationship. She would have blocked Cyril's number, right? How

"Woah! Could it be?"