My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2011

Hendrix's eyes burned like a torch as he watched Jordan leave. Once Jordan had disappeared from view, his eyes calmed down. He seemed lost in his thoughts.

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Maybe Hendrix had to pretend to have amnesia like me for some unknown reason. But his acting was so bad, he kept giving himself away multiple times.

I really wanted to tear off his disguise to see what secrets he had hidden under his mask.

"Hendrix," I called out.

He turned to look at me just as he furrowed his thick eyebrows. He had a puzzled expression on his face.

"Are you doubtful about everything Aaron and I have said? If you look at how they've been treating you, from refusing your resignation to showing you so much kindness, perhaps the Marshall family holds great importance for you, so they can't bear to let you leave," I looked into his eyes and asked seriously, "Maybe I'm the wedge in this relationship that's in between you and your family. Don't you think so?"

Hendrix cast his eyes downwards and thought for a while before answering me. "All relationships are built on the condition of mutual interests. Closeness or alienation is nothing more than the gain and loss of said interests. I don't have the time to see who among us is really evil. I just do what I want to and seek the truth."

That was a very realistic approach to things, but his attitude was unusually cold. He then stood up and went upstairs.

Just as his foot touched the steps, he suddenly stopped himself. "How do you know whether I'm unhappy for just being the son-in-law of the Reid Family?"

After saying that, he disappeared at the end of the stairs without looking back even once.

I stared blankly into space for some time, to the point that I didn't even realize Wynn had taken Aurelia away from my arms. It took me quite a while to come back to my senses.

Hendrix hadn't lost his memory at all!

Had he been pretending to be vulnerable and confused these past few days so that we would bully him and lower our guard?

Even after six years, he was still as self-righteous as he always had been.

Was it fun to trick everyone?

I tightened my jaw and rushed over to the study with clenched fists.

When I pushed the door open, Hendrix was nowhere to be seen.

If we don't clarify things now, I will be sleepless for the entire night. In this case, we might as well talk it out face to face.

I suppressed my anger and searched through every single room, from the guest rooms to the storage room. Hendrix was nowhere to be seen. Finally, I walked into the bedroom.

The door was wide open. Anyone could see the entire room from outside. The room was clearly empty.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud as the doors closed behind me.

I turned around and nearly bumped into a hard "wall".

Hendrix had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. We were less than half from each other.df we had gotten any closer, we would be

a meter

able to hear each other's heartbeats.

I reached out and pushed him away. "Please be mindful of who you are, Mr. Roberts!"

Hendrix staggered forward before

stopping. He looked at me blankly but his eyes looked strangely cted. It was impossible to tell what was on his mind right now.

Silence, I hated how quiet he was all the time.

"Why aren't you speaking?" I asked aggressively, "Didn't you lose your memory? Didn't you forget everyone? Aren't I just a substitute to you? What are you trying to do getting so close to me?"

Hendrix remained silent. His brows furrowed slightly, and the light in his eyes dimmed as he looked at me stiffly.