My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"What?" I doubted if I was in a dream once again.

How long had it been since Hendrix spoke to me in a tone like this?

Taking a deep breath, Hendrix stood up straight. Lowering his head, he said coldly, "The email from last night."

I instantly held my breath, looking at him in confusion. For a moment, I was caught in selfblame.

He should have known how much risk I had to take to get that information. Yet he was questioning me now as if I had fooled him. What was the meaning of this?

Could it be that my trust in him during this period of time was simply me flattering myself?

"What email?" Jordan suddenly came from the living room with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Drinking half of the alcohol, he put his other hand on my shoulder without hesitation, saying casually, "Mind if I listened too?"

I knew I was in the wrong, so I couldn't say a word.

Hendrix couldn't suppress his anger, and his words were sarcastic. "I don't know what tricks both of you are playing, but I'm not interested in getting involved. This is the first and last time you'll be testing me with fake news."

How could it be fake news?

could not hide his arrogance. It was clear that he was not surprised by this outcome That meant that the information I

How devious he was.

exposed the conversation, feigned nervousness, then stole the computer. I had been acting all this while. I had not

I underestimated him.

knew that the address was fake, he should have found a way to warn me about Jordan. How could he have an attitude

he had determined that Jordan and I

it. There was no way he would be tempted by

trying to keep calm as I said, "I had no idea if the address

to you?"

I spoke Hooked at

beside me.

ambiguously, "We're living together

now.

1. No

wonder Arianna changed

and intended to go

me even tighter. He