My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 757

Her face was ashen; it seemed like she did remember. She was quiet, so I carried on talking, "Everything he used to have was either black or white. His house, his cars, his clothes, and even his underwear were all black."

"Three years ago, I renovated the Ucrebury villa. You said that he decorated it based on what you liked. That villa was black and white. Don't you feel depressed living in it? Look at the villa now. It's bright and warm. This is how a home should look and feel like. When I came back from Hovell, he held me in his arms and told me he continued living here for four years when I was gone because he could feel my presence here which helped him sleep."

"Arianna, you're shameless!" Her eyes were red as she jeered.

I was amused and added, "Shameless?" I pointed to the kitchen and said with a faint smile, "Do you know how gentle his eyes were whenever he looked back at me while he was cooking? Do you know what he said to me while he waited for the soup to boil?"

She could not longer keep her composure calm. Her face twisted in anger, her eyes vicious.

She clenched her fists, "Arianna, how can you be so shameless?"

I found her amusing. I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the bedroom on the second floor. I said as I pointed to the bed where the blankets were neatly arranged. "Shameless? What do you mean by "shameless"? You've lingered around for so many years like a pest, pushing my buttons over and over again. Aren't you the shameless one? Take a good look at this bed. This is where we cuddled and slept together at night. In this bed, I saw his tenderness. When we were intimate with one another, he would lay on top of me, telling me that he wanted to be here forever."

These words were too explicit to hear. Her fury was evident on her face, and she aimed her hand at me in an attempt to slap me, but I held her down. I forced her to look at everything in the room. With a finger pointed at the closet, I said, "Look at all the clothes and jewelry in the closet. He personally picked them out for me. He invested in hundreds of jewelry stores at a time and brought back jewelry worth millions for me to choose just to make me happy. Did he do that or you? He didn't, did he?"

When I saw how she was on the verge of collapsing from rage, I grinned coldly.

I pushed her onto the bed and sneered, "Lie down and think about it. What did Hendrix ever give you? How much love did he actually give you?"

"So what? My brother entrusted me to him. He will never be able to get rid of me. As long as I don't let go, I will always be where you are for the rest of your life. If I can't live the life I want, neither will the both of you."

I was not surprised by what she said at all. Instead, I scoffed, "Andrea, listen carefully to what I am going to say. Who's the shameless one here? You're perfectly aware of the fact that he doesn't love you but still, you just wouldn't give up. So, who exactly is the shameless one here?"

"In the last ten years, not only did you fail to make him love you, you even made him feel disgusted and repulsed by you. Did you think that something was finally going to happen between the both of you without me around? Four years, Andrea; I was gone for four years and what happened? Did anything happen between the two of you? No, nothing happened. Yet with me, he started showering his care and affection towards me the moment he laid eyes on me in Hovell."