My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2133

"I don't know what you're talking about." Shirley turned her face away expressionless, showing no fear of Hendrix's assertiveness.

"Is that so?" Hendrix sneered and said calmly, "Well, I'll pretend that you don't know about it then. Irvin has been playing the same old trick for years. It's either he pretends to be sick or goes missing. Nothing's new. I'll refuse your request on behalf of Arianna."

Before I could talk more with Shirley, Hendrix held my shoulders forcefully and dragged me to the elevator.

"Hendrix, l-1..." I struggled, unwilling to leave like this.

What he said was true. Irvin had indeed been like this for years in the past. However, he was bedridden and he would die any time. Who would pretend to be on the verge of death?From NôvelDrama.Org.

Could we possibly ignore Irvin, who would be gone any minute?

Hendrix was so angry that he couldn't listen to me at all. He held my hand tightly, not relaxing his grip at all. While waiting for the elevator, he turned to look at Shirley and her son who stood dumbfounded in the corridor.

"Irvin did Arianna a favor, but he also had evil intentions towards our family. We don't owe him anything. If it bites us back later, it will be your loss." "Ding!"

The elevator door opened. Hendrix immediately lifted and carried me into the elevator.

Hendrix finally let go of my hand when the elevator began to descend. He let out a sigh of relief and moved further away.

No one could reason with a jealous person. Furthermore, he knew perfectly well what kind of person was, so Hendrix had done the right thing. However, I could not stand being tortured by my conscience and pretend that Irvin wasn't dying.

Leaning on the railing of the elevator, I thought about the two ways I could avoid being caught in Hendrix's line

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"No means no."

Hendrix's voice was like a ghost as it entered my sea of thoughts.

With my thoughts exposed, I felt a little embarrassed and bit my lip to explain, "I'm not thinking about anything. Don't slander me."

Hendrix narrowed his eyes at me, as if he had already seen through me. "Turn around and look behind you."

I turned around inexplicably. There was no one behind me, only the smooth surface of the elevator reflecting my face.

"What should I be looking at?" I asked, confused.

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"Look at yourself." Hendrix walked over and stood shoulder to shoulder with me, "You always think that I'm the one who is impulsive and irrational when it comes to Irvin, but look at you. When have you never been soft-hearted towards him?"

His tone was calm like he was a bystander. But his words struck me and sobered me up.

Indeed, it seemed that I had always been wrong about this.

If I could behave like how Hendrix was with Andrea, not worrying about things and just watching from the sidelines, Hendrix would be much relieved.

Again and again, I relived the memories of losing my first child and having Irvin save me from them. I made the same mistake time and time again. How could I blame Hendrix for being partial to Andrea? Why should I be stuck in a state of fogginess, unable to see myself clearly?

Those who were deeply involved in a situation were always confused, and it didn't matter who they were.