My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 675

There was so much going on. If I really turned psychotic, I knew that he would still take care of me and stay by my side. But for him to put all his love and devotion into a lost cause for the rest of his life, it meant that I'd truly be destroying him. Nerissa was right; he deserved better.

It was as if something had broken in Hendrix; his dark pupils looked like they were suddenly filled with fine, glassy fragments.

As if his sore spot had suffered a hit, his brows furrowed and he laughed mockingly at himself. "Arianna, you're not the one who's trapped - it's me. You're right, I can absolve all of my debts for Andrea. I can shake off my connection and responsibility towards the Roberts family, but I could never be without you."

I pursed my lips and gritted my teeth. My lungs felt as though not enough oxygen was entering it. I couldn't utter a single word.

There were so many relationships he could have had; why must he choose to have the most difficult one?

In the haziness of the night, he kissed me then brought his cold, thin lips to my ears and whispered softly and mesmerizingly, "Arianna, let's go to Hovell as a family and never come back."

These words felt like a dream. He was right; the days I had spent in Hovell were like time that I had stolen from a time machine.

The following day.

Jarold City had become even colder. Hendrix didn't go to work. Instead, his slender body kept me wrapped in his embrace, providing me an ample sense of security.

I woke up from my sleep, my body feeling immense warmth. I opened my eyes to a vast room.

Right behind me was his heart, beating in a strong, rhythmic tempo.

If time could stand still, it would be a luxury to live like this. He and I both understood what we would have to face once we left this bed.