My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2339

"Uh- huh." Hendrix raised his eyebrows as he looked at my right hand by my side.

Somehow, I reached out my hand.

After, Hendrix reached out, writing down his surname on my palm.

After he finished writing, he took back his hand and looked up at me, "What did I write?"

This scene was somewhat familiar. When Hendrix found out Jordan had asked someone to impersonate me, he played this game with me in the car.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Back then, the answer was...

"Roberts." I looked at him, saying in a daze.

"You're wrong." Hendrix was merciless, yet his words were the same.

"No way. I saw it clearly. It's Roberts." I was calm as I said the same words as last time, looking at him intently.

Standing to one side, Jordan looked left and right, not knowing what was going on.

After that, Hendrix said, "I'll give you another chance."

He held my hand, writing down the word Aurelia.

There was a lump in my throat. I began to sob as I said with tears and laughter, "It's my daughter's name."

Hendrix smiled faintly for a while before taking back his hand, "Wrong again."

After a pause, he said, stressing every syllable, "This is my answer."

After that, he left without looking back.

I stood where I was, even forgetting to take back my hand. I let my tears fall down my cheeks, yet my heart was filled with familiar warmth. Jordan didn't forget to take the opportunity to add insult to injury. "See? He is the man you are sacrificing everything for. Even if what you said was true, he would never believe you. To him, you would always be wrong."

What Jordan didn't know was what Hendrix said to me when we last played this game.

"I wrote Arianna both times."

"The wrong answers are not always wrong, this is our secret."

I finally understood Hendrix's intentions back then. He told me with his actions that he would choose me forever, even if it was wrong.

Feeling a lifetime's worth of ease, I

almost couldn't hide the ecstasy in my heart. However, hearing Jordan's sarcasm temporarily suppressed that feeling. I gave him a slight dook, retorting angrily, "Are you happy now? Hendrix will never trust me again."

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continued to ridicule me, "I'm just reminding you that you can't have your cake and eat it too. What's wrong with this? At least now you can be by my side wholeheartedly."

I hated his self-confidence. Raising my voice, I took the chance to cry and complain.

"Wholeheartedly? Well, I have no

heart now. Hendrix is the person I

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have loved my entire life. Every moment of my youth and memories and even my life are connected to him. You made him hate me, and that is a thousand times more painful than cutting my heart with a knife. Do you even know how painful it is to be hated by the person you love? You wouldn't know that since you only hit me when I am down. Your happiness comes from torturing me. You are a cold-blooded executioner, so you might as well kill me right now!"

The space between Jordan's eyebrows gradually grew smaller. He looked at me silently, and I did not know what he was thinking.

I didn't have the mood to guess. I took this opportunity to release my emotions by slumping to the ground as I leaned on the wall. Disheartened, I looked at the ground.

I was wondering when Hendrix had started to arrange all this. However, I appeared like a woman who was abandoned by her husband.

Wearing only one slipper on my feet, not caring where the other was, I sobbed and mumbled to myself, "He doesn't love me anymore. He really doesn't love me anymore..."

After a while, Jordan's cell phone rang. He returned to the living room, answered the phone call before hurrying out with his coat.