My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 3

I clearly knew that it was totally impossible to keep him from leaving, but I'd never know if I don't try.

Looking up at him, I said, "I agree to the divorce, but only with one condition. You must stay here

tonight and accompany me to Grandpa's funeral. I will sign the papers immediately after that."

His pitch- black eyes narrowed as if they were mocking at what I just said. "Please me, then," he said

as he smirked slightly. Afterward, he loosened his grip and closed his eyes before moving closer to my

ear. "Arianna, everything depends on your own skills. You can't just say without doing anything about

it."-

His voice was hoarse and deep. Somehow, I knew exactly what he meant. I rested my hands on his

waist and lifted my head to reach his lips. The height difference between us was so huge that it actually

made me looked funny.

I didn't know much about what usually went on between men and women but I just acted on my

instinct, I reached out to remove the bath towel around his waist. Hearing his heavy breathing, I knew

that it worked. I couldn't really tell what I was feeling then. Having the need to use such a method to

keep someone I liked from leaving, it was really... pathetic.

When the bath towel dropped to the ground, I slowly moved my fingertips downwards. Suddenly, he

grasped my hand with great strength. I looked up and saw his dark eyes with a hint of imperturbability.

"That's enough!"

Those cold words made me stunned for a while. I didn't know what the two words meant, but only saw

him putting on the casual yet elegant grey pajamas which was previously on the bed.

I froze for a moment, and then realized, did he finally choose to... stay?

Not even having the time to be happy about what I saw, I heard a faint voice of a woman was coming

from the outside of the window. "Hendrix..."

I was taken aback. Before I could even react, I saw Hendrix rushed to the balcony. Then he picked up

his coat and walked out of the bedroom with a dull face.

Outside the balcony, Andrea stood in the rain in her thin dress, letting the rain pour on her. The fragile-

looking beauty looked even more heartbreaking in the rain.

Next, Hendrix put his coat around her. Before he could question her, Andrea hugged him tightly and

sobbed in his arms.

Witnessing this scene, I suddenly understood why the two years I was with Hendrix were nothing

compared to a phone call from Andrea.

Hendrix brought Andrea into the villa and led her upstairs. I stared down at the both of them who were

soaked in the rain, and I was blocking them at the top of the stairs.

"Move away!" Hendrix yelled callously while looking at me with a disgusted face.

Did it hurt?

I didn't know either, but I was sure that the eyes hurt more than the heart. I witnessed how the man I

loved was loving someone else while humiliating me.

"Hendrix, when we first got married, you promised Grandpa that as long as I am here in this house, you

wouldn't bring her in." This was the only place where Hendrix and I lived together. I thought I was

merciful enough to let Andrea have countless nights with him. Why couldn't she stay in her own

boundaries but cross the line and came all the way into my territory?

"Ha!" Hendrix suddenly laughed coldly and shoved me away. He said harshly, "Arianna, you think too

highly of yourself."

What a satirical remark. I could only stand by the side and watch them going into the guest room like a

bystander.

At that time, I knew that it was going to be a miserable night.

Andrea had always been weak and sick, and because of the rain, she had come down with a high

fever. Hendrix took extremely good care of her and helped her change her clothes while using a towel

to reduce her body temperature.

Probably thinking that I was bothering them, Hendrix looked at me coldheartedly and said, "You, go

back to the old house! Andrea won't be able to return home in this condition."

Was he asking me to go back to the old house on my own at this late hour? How ridiculous...

I knew, I was the unwanted one.

I stared at him for a long time, and wanted to remind him how far the old house was and how

dangerous it would be for a woman to go there on her own at this late hour... but I didn't know how to

utter it.

However, these were not the things he cared about. All he cared about was if my presence would be a

disturbance to Andrea.

Holding back my discontent, I said calmly, "I'll go back to my bedroom. It would be inappropriate for me

to head to the old house now!"

I knew he didn't care about me but at the very least I would not let him make a fool of myself.

Just as I was leaving the guest room, I ran into Josiah Saunders, who just rushed in. He still had his

black pajamas on that thin body of his, probably because he was in a hurry. His shoes weren't changed

and his clothes were half wet as well.