My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 324

After some time, I compromised and got out of the car.

I walked up to Hendrix and said, "Please make way. I need to go home." He was blocking the entrance of the neighborhood, and we couldn't get past him without running over him.

He reached out to grab me, tightening his grip to the point where it hurt me. For a very long time, he only stared at me. His eyes showed his pain. Then, he said sorrowfully, "Arianna, this isn't your home."

He was shaking, but I doubted it. I must be the one who was shivering, perhaps from the coldness in late autumn. He wouldn't be shaking.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. My eyes hurt so much, and I tried my best to shake his hand off. Pushing down my emotions, I said, "You can continue to stand here and block the way if you're not afraid of dying."

After that, I got into the driver's seat. Since Aaron didn't pull out the car key, I started the car. Then, looking at the man who was standing unwavering in front of the car, I warned in a deep voice, "Move."

He looked at me, his eyes deep like a bottomless pit, and he said, "If my death can make you feel better, I'll gladly do so."

The autumn breeze in Jarold City was strong and cold. The maple leaves on the streets swirled in the wind, scattering around like lost children without a home.

"This is your final chance to move now," I said softly, but in a very cold voice. "Because I won't hesitate to run over you."

"Sure. Don't go soft on me," Hendrix replied. He was calm, but it wasn't the same with Aaron.

Looking at me, he shouted, his voice thick with worry, "Arianna, don't do anything impulsive!"

I shook my head. I was feeling anything but impulsive. With a very clear head, I narrowed my eyes and used all my strength to step hard on the gas pedal.

Love was such a horrible and laughable habit. Although I said I love him no more, when I almost hit Hendrix with the car, I still aggressively turned the steering wheel, bringing the car to hit the curb.

This suicidal impact hit me hard. My head buzzed, and I felt a stabbing pain in my chest.

Then, something warm rose in my throat.

Spitting a mouthful of blood - as though it had drained my energy-1 passed out on the steering wheel.

Everything happened too fast. However, before I completely blacked out, I vaguely heard two hasty shouts.