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?

about this gossip really badly. Although I

Can you tell me

Although he quickly hid it from me, I could

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

believe that I let him take advantage

his word

my neck and the pillow. Then, he pulled me into his arms and pressed me against his chest. His hand began touching my

Men are trash!

I was about to lose my temper, Hendrix finally said,

I would do if you weren't with

"What would you do?"

put my phone into flight mode, then call your number over and

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 the past now. The most important

to say is, emotions are like a flood. No one can stop them. I can't stop myself from the

an end to their relationship. She would have blocked Cyril's number, right? How did he manage

"Woah! Could it be?"