My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I felt that it was more of a reminder. It seemed that everyone already knew about Jordan's feelings for me. He was the only one who kept refusing to admit it. I should make good use of this point. If that's the case, there's even less reason for me to leave.

The living room was tidied up, the dirty clothes were thrown into the washing machine, and the floor was mopped. By the time I was done and was too tired to even stand up, the smell of delicious food traveled across the room.

The two people upstairs also came down after smelling the scent, especially the man. He was about to attack the food like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, but he was hit by Hendrix's cutlery.

The man was about to lose his temper, but when he saw Hendrix's deep eyes, he immediately deflated. He ran to the bathroom with a cheeky smile, "Thank you, Mr. Roberts. I'm going to wash my hands." Hendrix didn't reply. Andrea didn't side with either of them. She went into the basement and took out a bottle of wine.

After a while, the four of us were finally seated. The man sat closely beside Andrea while Hendrix sat next to me. Although the atmosphere felt odd, it was still quite peaceful.

The only unfortunate thing was that Andrea had a frown from beginning to end, looking utterly displeased.

When the man picked up his spoon and was about to start eating, Andrea hit his hand, "Go, bring two glasses for me."

Within ten minutes, the man has been driven away twice. He felt wronged, but he didn't dare to anger Andrea. Hence, he obediently followed her instruction as he went to take the wine glasses, his flip-flops slapping loudly against the ground. He placed them in front of her.

Andrea filled both glasses. She then sealed the bottle and set it aside. She picked up a glass and swigged the wine.

The man drank a glass with her and began to wolf down his meal. His eyes were shining as he stared hungrily at the food. It seemed that he had exercised a lot in the afternoon.

the table with a bang. She gasped heavily and raised her almond-shaped eyes

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