My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 2328

When I opened my eyes, I was still in the dining room.

I tried to move. As expected, I was tied up.

All of the dishes on the table had been eaten. It seemed that after drugging Hendrix and me, Andrea had a good meal.

I turned to look towards Hendrix's seat, but it was empty.

Where was he?

"You woke up faster than I thought," Andrea's cold voice came from the living room.

I twisted my head in her direction and found no one missing. The man was even playing an arcade video game without a care in the world. Hendrix, on the other hand, was bound like me and had been thrown onto the sofa.

The wall clock indicated the time to be at 8:20 p.m. I was only unconscious for less than two hours.

"Hendrix isn't responsible for what had happened to you back then. If you're planning something, just do it to me instead," I daringly said. Worst case was that I would die but at least I could make up for the hardships that she suffered over the years.

Andrea didn't even bat an eye. She remained inattentive.

About ten minutes later, at half past eight, the doorbell rang.

Andrea stood up calmly and walked over to open the door. Following the sound of the door closing, a group of muscular men walked into the living room one after another.

Andrea, like an instructor, crossed her arms and asked, "Do you know what you're supposed to do?"

"As for you, rather than letting you be r*ped, I think it would be more painful for you to see how your beloved humiliated. This is what you owe me, and I will be receiving my payment today. Open your eyes wide and make sure to witness every detail!"

As she spoke, the muscle men had already untied Hendrix and were about to remove his shirt.

However, due to their thick fingers, they fumbled with the buttons. One of them eventually lost his patience and grabbed the hem of the shirt, tearing it apart.

When their huge hands touched Hendrix's body, I couldn't bear to look. I closed my eyes and pleaded, "No, Andrea. You can't treat Hendrix like this. He's such a proud person, you’ll end up killing him!" "Wasn't I also proud back then? I was raised pampered too. If it wasn't for Hendrix, would my father and brother be dead? What right did he have to promise to take care of me for the rest of my life and then take away my hope? You all said that we’ re even but I won't acknowledge it. I refuse. Unless Hendrix dies, he will always owe the Burton family and me!" Andrea’s trembling voice was filled with the determination to risk everything.

At this time, fight sounds came from the living room. I opened my eyes and saw that Hendrix had regained his consciousness. He kicked away two of the muscle men that were the closest to him.

"Hendrix! Run!" I shouted. Andrea's target was him. As long as he left, things would settle down.