My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 307

The night was at its darkest at this hour. Being in the dimly lit room this late in the night, I stared at the

ceiling and felt a little dizzy.

"Splatt!" Suddenly, the thunder roared from outside. Irvin's apartment was on the tenth floor-high and

with a good view. However, its view was its disadvantage in days like this. The curtains in the bedroom

weren't drawn, allowing the glaring flashes of lightning to brighten up the room continuously. It was

rather terrifying.

It didn't take long before it started raining heavily. I closed my eyes, wanting to force myself to sleep.

But the more eager I wanted to go to bed, the more awake I was. Watching at the flashes of lightning

that lit up the room repeatedly, I couldn't help but feel on edge.

Unenthusiastically, I got out of bed and went to the balcony to close the curtains. Then, when I wanted

to go back to the bed again, I accidentally hit the chaise longue and I fell to the ground.

My knee was sore from the blow it took, and it took me a long time to even get up from the ground, let

alone to move to the bed.

"Boom!" With another loud thunder, the lamp on the bedside table went out.

Instantly, the entire room fell dark without any light source, but thunderstorms and rain continued to

roar outside.

It was pitch black dark in the room. I froze lying on the ground, my memories had brought me back to

that night.

My legs and hands were tightly tied, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't loosen the bind.

The fear and grief I kept in my heart began to manifest themselves under such a circumstance. In the

pitch dark room, I felt like I had heard the cry of a baby. It was getting more and more distressed.

I wanted to find the baby and pacify him, but I couldn't get up from the ground. Suddenly, out of

nowhere, I thought of dying.

If I was dead, I could reunite with my baby. Thinking of this, I fumbled my way to the living room.

Because it was pitch dark, I pushed everything off to the ground. The noises I made echoed through

the house.

I wanted to find the knives, but I didn't know where Irvin kept them. So, I could only search around in

blindness even though it was futile.

I heard the baby's cry again. This time, it sounded near to me, but not quite near enough for me. I didn't

have the time to think it through, and I started chasing after the cries.

When I came back to my senses, I was already on the sidewalk. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

It was raining cats and dogs, and there were no pedestrians, only cars coming and going on the road.

Feeling like broken glasses, I had no idea what I was doing.

Most of the time, when I couldn't help it, I would have hallucinations. I would always see my child and

hear his voice.

I went after him every time, but I would always lose him. Sometimes, I wouldn't even find my way back.

I stared at the cars driving past me, and I was devastated. For the first time since I had fallen ill, I had

my clearest suicidal thought.

I was only a burden to others in my current state. Without being aware of it, I slowly walked to the

center of the road.

Almost instantaneously, loud and harsh honks rumbled from the road. I looked up and saw a blinding

white light in front of me, and my mind went blank.

I stood there, watching the car that was about to hit me. Suddenly, someone grabbed my waist and

pulled me back to the sidewalk.

I fell to the ground in dizziness. All I could think about was my child.

"Where is my child... How did I let him go?" I mumbled.

Tears streamed down my face as I spoke.

"Shh... It's okay. We can still have another baby in the future," A low and hoarse voice whispered into

my ear, and I was pulled into a warm embrace.

Thinking that the voice sounded familiar, I looked upwards in a daze and met Hendrix's dark eyes. My

head hurt from the realization, I raised my hands to push him away. Then, I stumbled to get up from the

ground and sprinted.

I was running aimlessly, only wanting to stay far away from him.

"Arianna!" Hendrix was more agile than me. He caught up with me in a few steps, pulling me into his

tight embrace. It was so tight that I couldn't even move a bit.