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?

hear about this gossip really badly. Although I was reluctant to do it, I

you tell me

of himself. Although he quickly hid it from me, I could still

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

I let him

Hendrix kept his word and didn't push it

placed his arm in between my neck and the pillow. Then, he pulled me into his arms

Men are trash!

was about to lose my temper, Hendrix finally

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

"What would you do?"

flight

Hovell?" Looking back on this, I really was 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

are like a flood. No one can stop them. I can't stop myself from the feeling of

of something and asked, "But Freya said that she would put an end to their relationship.

"Woah! Could it be?"