My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"He slipped away." Freya spread out her hands, signaling that there was nothing there, no need to search.

Hendrix lowered his eyelids, deep in thought, then turned and started to leave.

"Wait," I stopped him. "Do you know what have they done to Evan?"

As silent as a mountain, Hendrix's back was facing me as he stopped.

Perhaps he didn't know, or he refused to admit it, but I wanted him to face reality, I wanted him to face everything he used to care about.

"Those people broke into Evan's house. They surrounded his wife and kids, threatened and forced him, injecting things into his body. You have seen drug addicts before, and that is Evan now. He trusted you, but what did he get in return? How did you treat him? You watched as Andrea humiliated and trampled all over him, you wanted him to pay for your personal gratitude and grudges, he was even willing to give up his body for those nasty things. He doesn't even want anyone to see him. This is how you treat friends who are closer to you than your brothers."

I walked up to him and forced him to look me in the eyes. The distance between us was not more than a fist.

When I was certain that his dark eyes were looking at me, my confidence soared as I confronted him head-on, "You're just acting, or you wouldn't have come."

Hendrix tilted his head as his eyes darkened. "So?"

I was taken aback by his answer, and looking upon his handsome, familiar face, my mind went blank.

they were strangers, they would still feel compassion for someone

it all too well, or was I

spoke softly, my voice hoarse. As long as Hendrix was unprovoked, I wouldn't need

I had

he answered a voice as calm as a cold silent lake. "No, all I can say is that he wasn't smart enough." "What?" I didn't immediately realize what he'd meant by saying that. Hendrix replied patiently once again but what he said was dry

I heard made

exasperated. When had Hendrix

were sent by Andrea to take revenge on Evan, so what did it have to

not being

my forehead. I needed to slow down so

for my reply, with a casual step he was prepared to leave. Fortunately, I reacted fast enough to step forward and block

around by his side, this was an opportunity to communicate, so how could I let

stopped and frowned. He tilted his head to look at me and said, "You'd better let me go immediately, perhaps you could still

looked into his deep dark eyes, inexplicably stunned. I

said it himself, that I was an inconvenience. So he had to use any way he could to

saw my reaction his face showed a faint smile. "You can continue to block me if you do not believe me. It's just a person's life, I could just pay a little compensation and after that, things will go back to the