My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 908

No matter who I chose in the end, I would bear that cross for the rest of my life.

He did this on purpose!

Sure enough, his eyes were fixed on Dahlia, who was praying. He narrowed his eyes slightly as his lips curled into a cold smile.

"A woman who won't stop praying? Interesting! I heard that these women are pure, selfless and are free from lust. How about her?"

I was stunned and shook my head. "No, you can't do this."

Dahlia looked at me incredulously, horror, fear, and helplessness mingling in her eyes.

I wanted to stop these men, but I was pushed to the ground.

I then heard Dahlia's screams of resistance.

Tiago sounded hyped up when he said, "I haven't seen this much drama in years. Spectacular!"

I couldn't bear to turn around and look. I could only listen to her screams echoing in my ears.

This was all happening because of me.

For a long time, I was tormented by Dahlia's despair and devastation.

In the end, the last words I heard from Dahlia were, "Arianna, you're cruel."

Murdering someone was second nature to these knife-wielding people.

Back at the lounge of the villa, dinner had been prepared on the main table for sixteen people.

I thought Kaleb had left, but I saw him, leaning on the sofa as he read casually. It seemed like he was enjoying himself.

Both Tiago and Westin had left, leaving Kaleb and I alone in the huge lounge.

No one told me to go back to my room or to stay. It seemed that they just wanted me standing by obediently.

Half an hour passed.

The chef came out and walked over to Kaleb respectfully. With a bow, he said, "Sir, dinner is ready."

Kaleb lowered his eyes and put his book down upon hearing the chef's voice. He raised his eyes slightly and his thin lips opened gently as he hummed in acknowledgement.

He was a man of few words.

The man then very gently placed his book on the tea table.

He got up, shoving one of his hands into his pocket. He was 1.86 meters tall, giving him a certain aura of magnificence.

He seemed to be aware that I was still standing in the lounge. He leaned over slightly, looking at me sideways. "It's time to eat!"

Was he talking to me?

I pursed my lips as I watched the kitchen crew bring out sets of cutlery before placing them on the table.

He indeed was talking to me.

I followed him and sat down at the table. The table felt empty; we were just two people sitting at a table meant for sixteen.

He didn't seem to want to talk. He just lowered his head and dug into his meal elegantly.

A sound came from the kitchen.

At that moment, Tiago and Westin, whom I thought had already left, walked in.

One went into the kitchen to see what had happened, while the other walked up to Kaleb. He bent down, politely saying, "Sir."

The kitchen staff came out to report what had happened. "Someone accidentally knocked over something." "Mm." Kaleb replied. He had already put down his fork after having taken just a few bites. Westin frowned and his eyes fell on the chef standing beside him, which clearly made him nervous.

"Sir, he..." Before Tiago could finish his sentence, he saw Kaleb looking at him. He immediately trailed off into silence.

"Is this not to your liking?" It was Kaleb who had spoken, his voice soft.

I was stunned for a moment and shook my head. "It's not that."

"No appetite?"

I shook my head. What happened with Dahlia had just taken place less than an hour ago. How could I eat?

"Useless. Send them all to be mules!" Kaleb proclaimed, his eyes cold.

My head spun and my face turned pale. He couldn't bear even the slightest inconvenience, could he?