My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 3

I clearly knew that it was totally impossible to keep him from leaving, but I'd never know if I don't try. Looking up at him, I said, "I agree to the divorce, but only with one condition. You must stay here tonight and accompany me to Grandpa's funeral. I will sign the papers immediately after that."

His pitch- black eyes narrowed as if they were mocking at what I just said. "Please me, then," he said as he smirked slightly. Afterward, he loosened his grip and closed his eyes before moving closer to my ear. "Arianna, everything depends on your own skills. You can't just say without doing anything about it."-

His voice was hoarse and deep. Somehow, I knew exactly what he meant. I rested my hands on his waist and lifted my head to reach his lips. The height difference between us was so huge that it actually made me looked funny.

I didn't know much about what usually went on between men and women but I just acted on my instinct, I reached out to remove the bath towel around his waist. Hearing his heavy breathing, I knew that it worked. I couldn't really tell what I was feeling then. Having the need to use such a method to keep someone I liked from leaving, it was really... pathetic.

When the bath towel dropped to the ground, I slowly moved my fingertips downwards. Suddenly, he grasped my hand with great strength. I looked up and saw his dark eyes with a hint of imperturbability. "That's enough!"

Those cold words made me stunned for a while. I didn't know what the two words meant, but only saw him putting on the casual yet elegant grey pajamas which was previously on the bed.

I froze for a moment, and then realized, did he finally choose to... stay?

Not even having the time to be happy about what I saw, I heard a faint voice of a woman was coming from the outside of the window. "Hendrix..."

I was taken aback. Before I could even react, I saw Hendrix rushed to the balcony. Then he picked up his coat and walked out of the bedroom with a dull face.

Outside the balcony, Andrea stood in the rain in her thin dress, letting the rain pour on her. The fragile-looking beauty looked even more heartbreaking in the rain.

Next, Hendrix put his coat around her. Before he could question her, Andrea hugged him tightly and sobbed in his arms.

Witnessing this scene, I suddenly understood why the two years I was with Hendrix were nothing compared to a phone call from Andrea.

Hendrix brought Andrea into the villa and led her upstairs. I stared down at the both of them who were soaked in the rain, and I was blocking them at the top of the stairs.

"Move away!" Hendrix yelled callously while looking at me with a disgusted face.