My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 82

However, there was a carnal urge stirring within me, giving rise to anger which was fueled by dissent.

Instead of slowing to a stop, I floored the pedal, accelerating the car towards Andrea. In that instant, I showed my true colors.

As long as Andrea was no longer of this world, I would no longer need to worry when Hendrix would return, nor when he would leave my side again.

As the car rushed towards her, I hoped she would die.

Just then, Hendrix suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking my way. His expression was wintry.

I slammed hard on the brakes. I was in a mess. I really wanted to kill Andrea...

A moment later, Hendrix pulled me out of the car. He stared at me with cold, unwavering eyes. "Arianna, what are you doing?"

I lost control of my body and fell to the ground, but he caught me with his quick reflexes. He held me half-heartedly in his arms, his anger was still visible on his face.

As I gazed at him, tears welled up in my eyes as I pleaded, "Hendrix, can you ask her to leave?"

Tugging on his cold hands, I choked back a sob and said, "Hendrix, I really love you more than you think. Please don't make me do this. If she shows up here again, I will kill her for real."

This time, I let my feelings gush forth without restraint as I laid my heart bare before Hendrix. My viciousness, my selfishness, my jealousy; all presented in his presence.

As our eyes met, Hendrix pursed his lips and unconsciously loosened his grip on my arm. He reached out and cupped my face with one hand and brought his face close to mine. He then shouted hoarsely, "Idiot!"

He picked me up and looked at Minnie, who had rushed out in a hurry, and ordered, "Hail a cab for Miss Burton!"

Minnie nodded repeatedly.

Recovering from the shock, Andrea stared pallidly at me and Hendrix. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish while her eyes fixated on Hendrix. Her voice was full of distress as she called, "Hendrix..." "Leave!" Hendrix barked at her and then carried me back to the villa.

Behind her, Minnie's voice was vaguely heard. "Miss Burton, your ride is here. Please leave!"

Back in the bedroom, Hendrix lay me down on the bed and stared at me for a long time. Closing the distance between us, he planted a soft kiss on my forehead. "Don't be so impulsive next time! Otherwise..." He trailed off without finishing his statement. He simply bit my shoulder with his thin lips, which hurt a little. I frowned slightly but didn't say anything.

As he was done tucking me under the covers, his phone rang. Since the phone was on the bedside table, I could make out the caller ID to be Andrea. Hendrix glanced at it, but did not pick up the phone.

She repeatedly called him. As Hendrix never answered her calls, Andrea sent him a text instead.

The text said, "Hendrix, please don't leave me. I've already lost my brother, I only have you now."

I wanted to laugh, but laughter eluded me as my eyes grew wet.

Hendrix read the message but he wasn't bothered to reply to her. He sat on the balcony as he puffed quietly on a cigarette. His silhouette exuded loneliness and sorrow.

Perhaps it was because I was too worked up earlier that I readily fell into a deep slumber.

I woke up to the sound of thunder. I thought the weather would have been clear, but it was raining cats and dogs in the middle of the night.

With Monique's company, it would have felt much less frightening. However, the bedroom was empty, and the flashes of lightning streaked through the window, dancing madly with the shadows.