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?

It was clear that he was not surprised by this outcome That meant

How devious he was.

nervousness, then stole the computer. I had been acting all this while. I had not expected

I underestimated him.

Since he knew that the address was fake, he should have found a way to

he had determined that Jordan and I

never believed it. There was no way he would be tempted

lips tightly, trying to keep calm as I said, "I had no idea if the address was real

I look like an idiot to you?" Hendrix

spoke Hooked

me.

ambiguously, "We're living together

now.

1. No

wonder Arianna changed

so quickly and intended to go

seized the opportunity to hug me even tighter. He shrugged,