My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Shivering, Aaron turned and noticed that I had been caught. He gritted his teeth and made a low whine, refusing to admit defeat. However, the pain from his right arm made him scream out uncontrollably. "Don't cry, Arianna. Don't cry. I'm fine. Ah..."

"Jordan! If you don't kill me now, I'll make sure you wish you were dead for the rest of your life!"

"Aaron, stop!" My voice was hoarse from crying. I was close to begging him. "Please, you don't have to pretend to be brave right now."

Regardless, my worst fears had come true. His stubbornness had triggered Jordan's men. They watched and found pleasure from his suffering. One of the men gradually raised his hand with the blood stained steel pipe from before over his head.

Finally, the security guards had rushed over and yelled at them from the intersection, "Stop! What are you doing?! Put the weapon down!"

I heard dense footsteps coming closer and closer. I almost thought that Aaron was about to be saved.

But I forgot that they were a bunch of hooligans.

They knew the consequences if they got caught, but none of them were willing to leave their friends behind. Instead, they all looked at the man who was standing over Aaron.

"Crack..."

The sound of bones cracking rang out through my ears. Aaron numbly dropped his neck and fell heavily on the ground. He didn't make any more sound.

to have frozen over at this moment. All I saw was the red blood on Aaron's

men were extremely cruel. They had the upper hand from the very start of the fight. Gradually, more backup for the security team had arrived that allowed

caught up in the fight. None of them were holding me back

myself, "It's okay, you just have external injuries.

I

to touch his bloody arm, let alone look at it. I was afraid that I would lose hope if I looked at

treated me like his entire world, lose an

his sister and taught

tears of hatred for Jordan. I wanted to rip off his

out and a nurse pushed Aaron out of

with a thin blanket.

scratches on his face, but they didn't

suddenly turned red. I sniffed and asked, "Doctor, how is

an operation that had

the night, the surgeon wasn't in his best condition either. He nodded wearily and said, "He's longer in a critical state." "However," the doctor hesitated

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