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.

Roberts' servants were sensible and soon understood what I meant. He returned

for a while and drove the

you going home directly?" Evan asked as soon as

around

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

ten minutes later, the

Wel.net

business district. Evan, who was usually calm, knocked on the steering wheel with his fingers, making him look particularly

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

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

my chest. "That's true. It's good to be

words. He looked up at me from the rearview mirror and comforted me, "Mr. Hendrix always has his plans. You don't have to worry too

quieter the

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

enough to prove that

respect for me had

changed.

same. If he was not worried about me, Hendrix didn't need publicly to