My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 235

Aaron was as giddy as a child. For a moment, I didn't know how to carry on with the conversation. I could only watch him carry the fruits into the front yard.

He said with joy in his eyes, "If you like it, I'll bring them more often from now on. If you want to go back to Hovell, let me know, and I'll take you back. We can go back together!"

My nose twitched, and I felt somewhat rattled. Aaron was lonely, so was I. I finally understood why he said we belonged nowhere.

My eyes were so sore that it was causing discomfort. I took a breath and said calmly, "Well, it's getting late. You should go back!"

People relate through dependency.

Since there was no sense of belonging, no matter how far we went, our heart and soul would wander.

Aaron fixed his eyes on me and suddenly laughed. Before I realized what happened, he pulled me into his arms and said, "Arianna, everything is well this way."

I didn't say a word and looked up at the jeep that was slowly pulling up behind him.

Hendrix!

Why did he come back?

Hendrix got out of the car so fast and dragged me away before I could push Aaron away. If it weren't for Aaron's car beside me, I would have been thrown far away.

Holding the car, I steadied myself. When I turned around to watch them, Hendrix's fist had already landed heavily on Aaron's face. Hendrix's punch was so strong that the corner of Aaron's mouth swollen up immediately, and he bled from it.

Just as Aaron was struggling to regain his sense, Hendrix pinned him to the ground and threw continuous punches at Aaron.

To protect me from being bullied, Aaron insisted on waiting for me even if he was limped. He was even boldly holding a kitchen knife, and it scared off the bullies.

Hendrix was still at the brink of his anger, while Aaron was at his last breath, and he wasn't fighting back. Without thinking, I grabbed the iron shovel in the yard and hit Hendrix with it.

I did this out of instinct. No matter how afraid I was of Aaron, and how many evil things he had done, we had lived together as a family for so many years. After all, blood was thicker than water.

Hendrix stiffened up. He turned his head and looked at me with his dark eyes. The anger and violence subdued and turned into disbelief. Disappointment, even.

I looked at Hendrix, and the shovel in my hand fell to the ground. I was drenched in sweat, and my vision was blurred with tears. "He's dying! Don't hit him anymore."

Hendrix opened his mouth to say something. But in the end, he didn't say a single word.