My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 478

"Good for the both of us?" His dark eyes were filled with icy coldness, and he smiled sarcastically. "You mean good for you, no? You thought he was already dead, but when you suddenly saw him again, your heart, which had initially accepted that he was gone, was finally moved again. What you have buried in your heart is not guilt, but regret. Now that you've seen him, your heart is moved."

He sneered. "My responsibility toward Andrea? Ridiculous. While I was trying to make you feel secured, Arianna, you were busy thinking about how to get rid of me instead."

I didn't refute his harsh words. No matter what he said, it was useless to say anything now.

I glared at him indifferently. Compared to his rage, I was exceptionally calm. "Hendrix, let's just take care of ourselves!"

I didn't want to argue. At this point, I didn't even know how to argue with him. I couldn't tell whether I was wrong or he was being too calculative.

That's why I decided against quarrelling with him. Carol mentioned that if two people fell in love with each other, no matter how big of a disagreement they had, they could work it out. Perhaps we didn't love each other enough, so we couldn't.

I turned around to leave, but he immediately pulled me back. He pressed me against the table and kissed me to vent his anger and frustration.

His aggressive and overbearing attitude made me resist him from the bottom of my heart. I turned my head to avoid him and raised my hand in an attempt to push him away.

But how could my strength be compared to his? To him, I probably had the strength of a mosquito. He grabbed my waist with one hand, hurting me a little with how hard he was grabbing me.

His free hand was at the back of my head, forcing me into going along with his kiss.

I felt terrible. I raised my hand and wanted to push him away, but I was harshly bitten by him. A piercing pain shot through my lips.

"Hendrix, let go of me. I don't want to!"

He let out a cold sneer, "We're husband and wife, why can't we be intimate with each other? Is it because you don't want to be with me, and you want to be with Irvin instead? A dead person is worth so much o your concern. Why?"

A slap resounded. I slapped him without thinking, and a wave of nausea and pain in my heart intertwined.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing. His facial expression looked like the gathering of clouds before a hurricane. The strong chill made my whole body tremble.

I thought he would hit me, or shove me to the ground in anger, but he didn't.

He raised his hand and pinched my lower jaw, then bit down on my lips cruelly. After that, he almost devoured my entire body.

I roared, "Hendrix, I don't want to. I don't even want to think about it. Let me go!"

He scoffed. "When have you ever thought about it? When have you ever wanted to?"

My brain went blank. As if it was about to short-circuit, a wave of pain spread through my body.

I didn't resist. I couldn't resist.

The same question ran circles around my head. Why did we end up like this? Was it due to the lack of love? Was that why he could ruin me so casually?

As I focused my gaze on him, the depths of

his black eyes stared back at me. They looked like a bottomless abyss, and all I saw was endless darkness...

Along with desolation and mockery.

I couldn't help but laugh as I looked at the hint of a cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He stared at me, and his eyes darkened. He bowed his head and kissed me. "Call out my name!"

I pursed my lips and tilted my head to one side. I closed my eyes and stopped looking at him.

His cold lips hovered around my ear, and his voice softened a little. "Arianna, call out my name!"

I didn't say anything. All I could think about was how to escape. I guessed he was waiting for me to personally say that I cared about him, loved him, and wanted him.

But I couldn't say these out loud. I had too many things buried too deeply in my heart for all these years. Time and time again, he protected Andrea and took care of her unconditionally while he hurt me over and over again.

All of these feelings were suppressed in the depths of my heart. As time went by, they began to take root, spread, and grow into something unbecoming, dark and fervid.

What was so great about love? The dating pool was huge and anyone could just as easily love and be loved; anyone could find their match.

"Hendrix, let's get a divorce!" These words were not said out of impulse, nor were they uttered out of anger. They came from a place of rationality.