I moved my stiff feet and walked towards the villa. I didn't go to Hendrix, and my face was frozen to the point of becoming stiff like wood.
"Sir, Madam is..." Heather was not aware of what had happened and started to say worriedly.
Hendrix's voice was low and calm as he replied indifferently, "It's fine. You may leave!"
Hendrix followed me into the hall and stretched out his hand to grab me. When he touched my ice- cold hand, his expression turned frighteningly frigid. "Arianna, why are you torturing yourself over him?"
I threw his hand off, and started to feel a strange, disgusted emotion rising in my heart. "Let me go!"
Hendrix's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his handsome face looked tense.
He stood in front of me, and his gaze was horribly dark. He suddenly picked me up, went straight to the bedroom on the second floor, and put me in the bathroom.
He turned the heating on in the bathroom, and it was so warm that it made me feel somewhat dizzy.
Hendrix saw that I was lost in my thoughts with my eyes unmoving. Then, he reached out his hands and helped me undress.
"Arianna, everyone has their own fate. Don't torture yourself over this, okay?" He spoke in an icy and indifferent voice.
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