My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1710

Impulsiveness, impatience, no regard for consequences... All the mistakes that men were most prone to making had been reflected in me. Hendrix's sarcasm had always hit the nail on the head.

I had nothing to say, so I lowered my head and fiddled with my fingers.

When Hendrix saw that I had nothing to say, he continued to ask, "Do you know how a good woman should act?"

I shook my head to indicate that I didn't know.

Being a good person was already very difficult, and I didn't have the ability to learn further.

Hendrix probably also felt helpless and sighed slightly. Then he put the laptop aside and put his hand on my shoulder. He adjusted his posture and looked into my eyes. "Most importantly, a good woman, a good wife, should learn to rely on her husband."

He looked serious and affectionate. I gazed into his dark and felt like I would sink into them at any moment.

"At first, I suppressed my feelings for you out of revenge. Later, I gradually discovered the truth and feared that you would find out, so I did not dare confess my feelings. Finally, after spending so many years together, we solved that misunderstanding. Do you want to repeat the same mistakes?"

"This is not the first or second time. I've been waiting for you to realize your mistake, but you insist on living like this. Do you want to be controlled by those irrational emotions for a lifetime?"

"Arianna, I'm going to be with you for the rest of your life. Think about how I would feel if something bad happens to you. Is it really so hard for you to talk to me?"

He seemed to be trying his best to suppress the injustice in his heart, but in the end, he was still somewhat emotional, like a child who had been wronged. It was not easy for him to vent, so he'd poured out all his emotions.

I thought for a moment, and felt that that description was not appropriate.

How could Hendrix be wronged, let alone suffer in silence because of it? He was a vengeful person by nature. Anyone who offended him would not get out unscathed. Naturally, him suffering in this way sounded foreign.

In his eyes, nothing was more important than me.

I took too long to realize this, but fortunately, Hendrix was fine.

Hendrix probably didn't expect that I would compromise that easily. He gulped and frowned slightly, giving me a helpless look.

The way he was staring at me made me feel a little guilty. I pursed my lips, stretched out my hand, and rubbed the creases in between his eyebrows. "All right, all right, I made you worry again. But what should I do? You found me again. So you'll just have to bear with me..."

I couldn't remember the last time I'd acted like a spoiled child with him. Did I ever dote on him like this?

So much time had gone by that I'd forgotten so much, and the memories that I had forgotten were probably not deep, nor honest. In such a situation, it was true love that made me wanted to act like a spoiled and shameless girl in front of him.