My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

A moment later, Andrea's arrogant shouts came from the elevator. "Howard! What are you waiting for?"

Since Hendrix and the others showed up, the manager, who did not even dare to breathe loudly, ran after her and said, "I'm coming, I'm coming..."

After Howard entered, the door closed. As the red number on the display screen began to flash, the elevator went down steadily.

If Hendrix was forced to accept Andrea's kindness and affection because of guilt, what about now? Now that he understood his heart, was he completely letting go of himself?

There were two voices constantly arguing in my mind. Rationally, there must be something wrong with this abnormal situation. I had to wait patiently, but my emotional side was stubbornly stepping into the black hole of insecurity. I kept falling and falling.

"Isn't it wonderful?" Jordan's voice brought me back to reality. "I think so too. Guess how evil Hendrix could be?"

Sure enough, in his eyes, everything was just a game.

"I'm not interested in playing this kind of perverted game with you!" I snorted and walked quickly to another elevator.

The second before the elevator door closed, Evan snuck in.

The scene just now was ugly. Neither of us spoke as we walked out of the company building, deliberately avoiding the awkward conversation.

The driver had been waiting at the entrance for quite some time. He was about to come forward to show me the way when I shot him a glance.

the Roberts' servants were sensible and soon understood what I meant. He returned to the car quietly and

for a while and drove

home directly?" Evan asked as soon as I

drive around

defense. I intended to conquer Evan's psychological barrier at this time.

ten minutes

Wel.net

at the intersection of the business district. Evan, who was usually calm, knocked on the steering wheel with his fingers,

time. I threw out the bait. "How have things been with your wife

After pausing for a while, he answered casually, "It's

suddenly surging in my chest. "That's true. It's good to

at me from the rearview mirror and comforted me, "Mr. Hendrix always

the

ability to read one's mind. It was unnecessary to comfort

was enough to prove

respect for me had

changed.

was not worried about me, Hendrix didn't need publicly to