My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 43

Hendrix frowned. He glanced at the untouched food on the table and uttered, "Eat something before we

go."

As they were focused on Andrea, no one noticed that I was scalded. In fact, no one even noticed that

the soup was spilled on me.

I stood by the table silently. Suddenly, I felt so ridiculous and foolish for being there.

"I'll be leaving." With that, I turned and strode out of the restaurant. My heart was seemingly stabbed by

a cold dagger. I could not remove it and it was causing me incessant heartache.

Fate may be not fair. When she was given candies, joy, and happiness, but what I only had was the

pain.

"Arianna!" Just then, I heard an angry voice behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Hendrix

running after me.

He frowned at me and was suppressing his anger as he spoke, "What are you doing?"

What was I doing? Was he blaming me for bumping into Andrea?

"I've lost my appetite, so I want to leave." I was miserable, hence I did not want to explain much. I was

afraid that I would lose control and show him my weak side.

He strode to me with a sullen look and reprimanded,

"Arianna, where are your manners?"

He grabbed my wrist and I raised my head to stare at him. I spotted his ferocious look and our eyes

met. Then, I chuckled. "Manners? Hendrix, what's your definition of manners? Is it a husband taking

care of another woman and ignoring his wife's feelings?"

I ignored his gloomy face and sneered, "Do you think Andrea has manners? She interferes with my

marriage and even seduces my husband brazenly. Hendrix, what kind of education did you receive to

the point that we're having different opinions about manners?"

"Arianna!" He tightened his grip on my wrist. The veins on his forehead were throbbing as he gritted his

teeth and hissed menacingly, "You should be glad that I don't hit women."

I laughed at that. My wrist felt like it was getting crushed but I endured it. I stared unwaveringly at him

and retorted, "Mr. Roberts, how generous of you. But can you let go of me? If you're going to grab me

like this, it's equivalent to hitting a woman."

Hendrix flew off the handle. Fortunately, he shook off my hand and his voice was icy and baleful as he

bellowed, "You've no right to judge Andrea. Who do you think you are?"

He then turned his back to me indifferently and walked away. I could feel the chilly aura coming from

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I did not have the right to judge Andrea? Hendrix's remarks made me explode. I stepped forward to

seize him and glared at him with a scornful smile.

"You're right, I don't have the right to do that. I truly can't compare when it comes to that hypocrite

Andrea. I'm not like you guys. All of you like to play tricks behind other people's backs. It's one thing if

you're horrible, yet you're even trying to make me sick."

After that, I ignored his enraged expression and went back into the restaurant. Andrea and Austin were

still sitting at the table.

Andrea noticed that I was back. She put on a fake smile and pretended to be sweet. "Arianna..."

I gave her a cold look before snatching the snacks and soup I had ordered from the table. The next

second, I dumped everything over her head without hesitation.

Before she could react, I snapped, "Andrea, I don't know what went wrong with your upbringing. I see

that you love to steal other people's belongings and act pitiful to get others' attention. You even have

quite a few dirty tricks up your sleeves. Whatever it is, I still feel the need to remind you that karma is

real."

"You really like second- handed stuff, huh? Don't worry, I'll let you have it your way. To tell you the truth,

I do like Hendrix but I'm very disgusted with a man like him. He has a wife but he still hangs out with a

mistress like you. I'm so repulsed that I feel like throwing up. Please spend more time with him so that

he won't be unsatisfied and have the need to look for other women. It's simply disgusting!"