My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1280

I couldn't keep up with the amount of questions she asked.

I said, "I have something to take care of here. Give me the password quickly. I'm going to freeze to death outside."

"It's my birthday, but what's going on between you guys? What's the matter? Why did you fight?"

I was in a bad mood, so I didn't answer her. I hung up the phone and took a taxi directly to the place where she lived. I had been there before, so I knew the address.

Perhaps it was because she had not lived here for too long. There was a musty smell in her house.

I cleaned up and my cell phone kept ringing. It was Hendrix. I didn't pick up, and instead turned off the phone. When people were feeling moody, no one could get them out of it. That was what I was doing.

Lying on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep. After a while, the doorbell rang. At first, I was shocked, but then I realized that it was Hendrix who came.

I got up to take a look. It was indeed him. I ignored him and pretended not to hear him. I went back to the bedroom to rest, but I underestimated

Hendrix's persistence.

Naomi's door was torn down by him. When I saw him standing in the bedroom, I was so angry that I threw the pillow in my hand at him and roared, "Get out, get out of here!"

Throwing the pillow in my hand at Hendrix, I trembled with anger and said, "Hendrix, is this the first time? Am I a child? Don't you know why I'm angry? I just want to ask you, I obviously apologized to you. Why are you still holding it against me? Are you in your menopause that you have to nitpick? Buying a cake? You thought you could just humor me like this? What is the meaning of this?"

He frowned and his expression did not look good. I thought that he would smash everything and leave like before, but he didn't. Instead, he put the cake down beside me, picked up the pillow, and looked at me. "I was angry because you knew that it was very dangerous for you to annoy Dahlia, but you still did it. I was angry that you didn't put your own safety first and didn't look after yourself. Also, I didn't intend to leave you alone. I just left to buy a cake for you."

Although he made it very clear, I was still angry and I didn't want to talk to him. So I pulled the quilt over my head, looked at him, and said, "Just leave!"

Whenever we quarreled, no matter how clear the explanations were, the anger in my heart did not subside and my rationality disappeared. I still wanted to fight. This was my nature. I knew that this was not good, so I controlled myself, and instead asked him to go quickly.