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.

understood what I meant. He returned to the

asked me to wait for a while and drove

Evan asked

around the

psychological defense. I intended to conquer Evan's psychological barrier at this time. Hence, I am naturally unwilling to end this

minutes later,

Wel.net

who was usually calm, knocked on

out the bait. "How

he answered casually, "It's good. I'm satisfied

surging in my chest. "That's true. It's good to be content with what

in my words. He looked up at me from the rearview mirror and

the environment,

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

was enough to prove

respect for me

changed.

and the assistant were the same. If he was not worried about me, Hendrix didn't