My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 114

I raised my eyebrows and asked, "Have you ever seen a homewrecker that is as justifiable as me?" I paused for a short moment before adding, "By the way, Hendrix isn't touching you anymore, right? Do you want to know why?"

I leaned slightly closer to her and looked at her mockingly, "Because I told him that I hate it when he beds other women, and that I won't let him touch me if he touches others again."

"You're talking nonsense!" she exclaimed.

I sneered, "Nonsense? Then why did he ask me to help him by using my hands instead of going to you?"

Looking at her dumbfounded look, I felt better. It was indeed entertaining to tease her.

"Then let's have a try to see if he still has me in his mind," Andrea replied.

She started laughing sinisterly all of a sudden. Her delicate face drew close to me, then all of a sudden grabbed me by the arm, and she launched herself towards the wine tower at the side.

In just a moment, the once exquisite wine tower was knocked down. Glasses of wine fell to the floor and broke into pieces, pulling many of the guests nearby into the mess.

Some screamed, some stepped back to avoid the mess, while some didn't even know what had just happened.

"Andrea!" Valerie's worried voice echoed, followed by a wave of chaos.

A figure flashed past me and picked up Andrea, who was drenched in wine and sitting on the pieces of broken glasses from the floor quickly.

Then he cleaned up the glass pieces on Andrea's body and put her on the sofa. Several family doctors came in and began to examine Andrea.

Someone contacted the ambulance, while the others tried to comfort Valerie.

Andrea looked at Hendrix with her mellow eyes and sobbed, "Hendrix."

"I'm here," Hendrix opened his mouth as his brows furrowed, and the anxiety he had from just then had already subsided.

"It hurts!" Andrea said, tugging at Hendrix's clothes with her pale, soft hands.