My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 153

Less than a year later, Carol decided to stop her chemotherapy because it was causing her too much

pain. She passed away shortly after.

After I graduated from college, Hendrix and I got married with Dalton's approval.

In a few sentences, I concluded my past for the twenty- something years in my life. And among those,

Aaron was the darkest and most traumatized piece of memory that I could never get rid of.

I hated Aaron, and I would never want to spend even a second with him. I walked away and passed by

him, but he suddenly pulled me into his embrace from behind.

"Arianna, now that I've returned, nothing would make me leave again!" he said.

I struggled, but I still couldn't get out of his hold. I frowned and said to him, "Aaron, I don't want to see

you. You should already know that the moment you appeared!"

"It's okay. We can take things slowly," he turned me around and looked me in the eyes as he said, "I

can give you anything you want."

"Then can you give me back the lives of the Caulfield family?" I asked, "I would have already forgotten

about that day if you never showed up. But you just had to. And now that I have recalled everything, I

can't promise that I will keep my mouth shut."

He laughed and said with his usual cold tone, "What use does it have if you told the police now? Their

bodies were cremated, the police will never find anything. Also, do you think Monique can be safe? She

escaped back then, but that doesn't mean I will let her escape again."

"You've already killed her parents!" I was carried away by my emotions, "Aaron, deep down, you know

that it's not their fault. Don't you feel guilty in the past few years?"

"Guilty?" He sneered, "They deserved it!"

He leaned towards me, and he smirked, "They ruined my family. Why should I let them have a good

life?"

I lowered my gaze and clenched my fists. I forgot just how stubborn Aaron could be. He would never

listen to others because, inside, he was terribly messed up.

I swallowed my words and tried to push him away from me. However, the physiological difference in

our genders kept me trapped in his hold.

All of a sudden, there was a sudden screech of brakes. I was about to turn around, then I heard a

groan.

I was pulled into another embrace as Aaron let go of me.

I turned back and saw that it was Hendrix. I frowned, thinking that what he was doing here when he

should be at the hospital.

Aaron groaned. He was punched in the face, the edge of his mouth bleeding as he straightened his

posture. He wiped off the blood with a smirk as he glanced over at Hendrix.

"Do you want to fight again?" Hendrix asked. He let go of me, and I shivered at how cold he sounded.

Hendrix and Aaron were similar in height and body build. If they were to fight each other, neither of

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"When did you meet him?" Josiah asked as he walked up to me. I saw him looking at Aaron, but as

usual, I couldn't read what Josiah was really thinking.

I looked at the two of them, who were ready to launch an attack anytime. "It was a long time ago," I

paused, "Is there any way to stop these two from fighting?"

Hendrix was still recovering from the car accident. He was still injured, and he wasn't fit for a fight yet.

He was already beaten up to a sorry state when he was fit last time, but I doubted that that would be

the case for this time.

Josiah raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who are you more concerned about?"

I was amazed that he was still in a mood for gossip. I then calmly said, "It just doesn't seem appropriate

to fight here."

"Well, there aren't many people around," Josiah said as he looked at them with a smirk. I couldn't help

but wonder if he found the situation entertaining.

That thought alone left me lost for words.

I looked over at Hendrix, and I decided to step in. "Hendrix, don't fight. Walk me home."