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 you considered

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

fatigue over him as he sighed. He looked like he had aged

his face, forcing him to look into my eyes. I then smoothed out the wrinkles between his eyebrows with my thumb. "I'm not

wrapped his arms around me. He was as docile as a sheep. His voice sounded hoarse

I grabbed his collar and

his eyes dimmed.

As his voice grew heavy, his grip on me

he said this. It sounded like a

stimulant. It

everything to descend into hell. So