My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1667

I knew his plans. He wanted the children to have my last name when we divorced. Thus, he wanted everyone to think that we had completely broken up.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, and his pupils were dark as if they were dyed in ink.

His entire being was gloomy and depressed, but also had some unfathomable emotions hidden under the surface. Just like when we first met, he was cold and unapproachable, dark as if he came from the pits of hell.

If he watched his enemy, who had killed his parents, climb to the top and lead a carefree life, Hendrix would never live it down for the rest of his life.

"Do what you want. You don't need to think about us." I gritted my teeth and wasn't sure if I would regret it. But only in this way could Hendrix have a chance to free himself from agony.

Hendrix probably didn't expect me to agree so readily. He looked up at me with surprise in his black eyes.

I forcibly tugged the corners of my lips as my palm caressed his defined face. I whispered,

"You'll protect yourself, right? I can trust you, right?"

Hendrix gently held my hand and said in a gentle voice, "Of course, I owe you so much and haven't given enough back. If you don't let me, I won't dare to die."

I didn't know what to say. I looked down at the agreement, then took it in my hand and tore it into two.