A deep laugh came from the other end of the phone, "Arianna, why are you so nervous? Can't a brother talk with his younger sister whenever he wants to?"
I hated Aaron's sinister laugh. I bit my lips and said, "Aaron, we're no longer children. We all have our own lives now. Please just let us go!"
The hell he gave me, I didn't ever want to experience it again.
"Arianna, we're siblings. How can you leave me? Without you, my life is incomplete. I need you!" What he said was supposed to be something comforting, but they gave me an icy chill instead.
A little overwhelmed, I held the phone and said in a hoarse voice, "Aaron, what on earth do you want?"
Like a ghost, Aaron's existence would only make people feel terrified.
"You!" He spat out a word sinisterly and hung up the phone.
Before I could calm down, I received a message from him, "Fortune Road 221, 4 p.m., Arianna. Remember to arrive on time."
The words were clear. I held my phone and forced myself to calm down. One couldn't fall into the same trap several times.
Since I couldn't escape from Aaron, it was better to find a way to let him leave me at his initiative.
My phone suddenly vibrated.
It was a call from Hendrix. I picked up the phone, and he said in an indifferent tone, "Dress yourself up and accompany me to a party later."
What happened with Aaron made me feel a little dizzy. After a pause, I asked, "Is it important? I'm not feeling well today. I just want to stay at home and have a good rest."
After a moment of silence, the man on the other end of the line asked in a deep voice, "Is it bad?"
I shook my head and replied, "Nothing too serious. I just don't want to go out."
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: My Pretty Sweetheart