My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I slowly parted my lips and began to breathe heavily. I glanced at Andrea weakly. "Do you dare to challenge me again?"

Of course, Andrea didn't care about my life. She just kept shouting, "Well, then go to h*ll! I don't care if you die at all!"

"Andrea!" Hendrix growled. He looked at me horrified at what had happened, but yelled at Andrea harshly. "You'd better keep Arianna safe. If there are any problems, I'll personally hold you responsible. You should know how horrifying this will be when I take revenge on someone."

"What's there to be afraid of at this point in my life?" Not only was Andrea unfazed, she even seemed impatient. "Forget it. You're such a party pooper."

She took two steps away with her high heels and stopped again to say, "You'd better not die so fast. My revenge has onoly just begun."

With that, she left.

As we heard the sound of a car driving off, Hendrix carefully took the fruit knife from under my arm and threw it away before breathing out a sigh of relief. Our eyes met and we stayed silent for some time before finally smiling at each other.

Mr. Roberts, have

and said, "You nearly scared the sh*t out of me. Did you know that my heart was about to jump

over him as he

smoothed out

arms around me. He was as docile as

of this matter, I grabbed his collar and warned him sternly, "Next time, it

glow in his eyes dimmed.

me in pain once again. His hand reflexively pinched my waist. As his voice grew heavy, his grip on me became tighter. "You can't do that

said this. It sounded like

a stimulant. It made me feel that

descend into hell. So long as I remained rational, nothing would happen