My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Andrea stopped and turned to look at me. Surprised yet arrogant, she said, "Pardon? The two of you stick to each other like glue and you're asking me where he is?"

"Are you begging me?" Andrea raised her voice so that several passers-by in the distance would stop to watch. This triggered her desire to win. She seemed to be competing with herself. Her voice became louder and louder as she shouted, "I'm asking you if you're begging me right now."

Yeap, she was still the same Andrea I knew. New face but the same evil mind. She could only acquire happiness by trampling on other people's dignity.

I knew that compromising would only trigger her further, but I wasn't confident enough to retort to her directly, just like when Hendrix hesitated several times before in his mind. Now, I had to face everyone I owed by myself. These righteous people and firm words became sharp weapons that would constantly gnaw at my soul.

"Kneel." Andrea shouted out loud. "Kneel down, and I'll consider telling you about Hendrix."

With her arms crossed in front of her chest, she looked like an arrogant eagle, looking down at her defeated opponent and enjoying the pleasure of standing above the loser.

At this moment, I considered the possibility that if I did kneel, would my debt to Andrea be written off?

stupidity. Was I in the wrong right now? Why was my first instinct to obey her and kneel down?

to kneel or what? I'm not that patient. If anything happens to Hendrix, it's not one

ignited the power in me that was faltering. There was nothing more important than Hendrix's safety right now. I clenched my fists,

done this a long time ago. You know,

down, admitting and apologizing aren't enough. It's

from me, this is nothing more than an appetizer. You will soon know what regret is and what it

realized that Andrea meant

even if I had lost my dignity and self-respect, Andrea wouldn't give up. She had always hoped to see Hendrix and me die with her own eyes. She probably wished that no one would ever find out where

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back at her with the same sharp eyes. No debt would ever be equal If I had

going to make

all the