My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 2342

My tears fell uncontrollably. Afraid I wouldn't remember Hendrix's temperature, I didn't dare to move.

"You're so stupid. How can you not remember the secret between us? I shouldn't have told you the truth so soon. I'm sorry."

He buried his head in my neck, his stubble gently rubbing my cheeks. The next second, hot tears fell into my ears, instantly igniting my suppressed emotions.

"Hendrix!"

By then, I couldn't care less about losing everything after waking up from my dream, so I buried my face in his chest to breathe in his familiar scent.

The bedroom was so dark that I couldn't see his face. I touched his back a few more times to confirm that he was real and not just my illusion.

"It really is you!" I put my arms around his neck, not caring about my image.

In the darkness, my hand slipped across his cheek, Hendrix's face looked so surreal.

"You're so sloppy." I smiled bitterly, making fun of his stubble, which was neither too long nor too short. Imagining Hendrix's mature look, I couldn't help but laugh.

Hendrix held the back of my head, cradling me into his arms. Breathing a sigh of relief, he said, "I thought you really didn't want to live anymore. I haven't slept for days."

Hearing this, I felt a burst of pain in my chest. I stubbornly asked him to let go, "You came here to see me, and now you know that I'm fine, go back and rest. I don't want you to die of exhaustion instead of in Jordan's hands."

"Give me ten minutes. I'll leave in ten minutes. I'm too tired, so charge me, all right?"

He was obviously very tired, but I had no resistance against that coaxing tone of his, so I let him do whatever he wanted.

He said he wanted to recharge, but

after a while, he opened his mouth "On the day of your accident, I stayed at the nearest safety exit

from the emergency room, with a fully loaded revolver in my hand. If you had died, I would have gone and killed him before I joined you in death."

"Later, even when you were out of danger, I was still worried. I had to replace something for Jordan to do every day, so he would leave. It wasn't until today that I finally found a chance to see you. I'm sorry that I didn't give you enough confidence."

"I think you have taken too many anti-depressants, which affected your memory. Arianna, I want to tell you this, face-to-face, that I believe in you, always. Everything I did back then was to dispel Jordan's

suspicions. As long as you are alive, you must never hurt yourself again."

After speaking his thoughts, Hendrix looked like the weight had been lifted off his shoulder. He seemed relieved. Adjusting into a more comfortable position, he stuck to me tightly. "Also, the gun last time—"

"You're such a nag, Mr. Roberts." I had already burst into tears. How could I listen to him anymore? I sniffled as interrupted his detailed explanations. I squeezed his lips together with my hands and then said as if I were showing off, "Believe me, while your acting was good, my acting wasn't too bad either. When I used the gun on myself or caused the car accident, I knew that I wouldn't die. Since I'm afraid of death, there's no way I kill myself. Please promise your dear wife that you'll focus on fighting the bad guys and not get distracted, all right?"

Hendrix didn't reply. Instead, he raised his chin with a hum.

"All right?" After asking, I felt that something was wrong. Remembering I had my hands over his mouth, I let go of him, returning his freedom.

Hendrix suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "Looks like I am more likely to die by your hands."

"Well, well, wouldn't you still be able to flirt as a ghost if you die by my hands?" I retorted.