My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It was not hard for Andrea to understand what the director meant. She smirked, then turned to look at the director and asked confidently, "Are you talking about me?"

She did not even bother to address the director politely. It was evident how much respect she held for the production crew.

Upon hearing this, the director immediately took back his words and said with a smile, "Of course not. I'm talking about all the rookies. We can all see how talented you are, so why would I have anything to say about you? Enough. Let's all take a break. Well start back up in 30 minutes."

After that, the director turned around to head to the lounge. As soon as his back was facing her, his smile dropped as he mouthed several curse words.

We avoided Andrea as Mullen brought me over to Hendrix's room.

When we entered, Hendrix had his back to the door, standing silently. I had no idea what he was thinking. His tall figure blocked out the light behind him completely, making him appear even muscular.

"If you have something to say, just say it and then go." Hendrix probably thought it was some assistant entering his room, so his temper was not the best.

It had only been a week, but when I heard his hoarse voice, it felt like an eternity had passed.

Looking at his broad back, I really wanted to hug him.

And so I did.

However, Hendrix was too tense. He mistook me for some ill intentioned stranger. As soon as I touched him, he immediately stepped away and distanced himself from me.

turned around and realized it was me, he frowned tightly. "Why are you

he was still cold, his voice was much

hospitalized for so long, but you never came

for someone was a strange feeling. When I could not see him, every second felt

had moved faster earlier, then I would have been able to hug him. Hugging him gave me

this.

lot for you. Nothing would happen to you." Hendrix lowered his eyes and avoided my

I

the tears welling up

eyes and laughed bitterly

Yeah, he's about to fall

man as smart as you is slowly ingraining himself in my life. What do you

I would be happy. At least this proves that

what he wanted

you are not me. Otherwise, you would know that these

in the direction of the door out of the corner of his eye. Although he was careful, I still noticed it and reminded him, "Mullen is standing guard outside.

safe area. There was no

on being cautious. He replied coldly, "If I could bring myself to say what you wanted

and

killer. It can