My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 82

However, there was a carnal urge stirring within me, giving rise to anger which was fueled by dissent.

Instead of slowing to a stop, I floored the pedal, accelerating the car towards Andrea. In that instant, I showed my true colors.

As long as Andrea was no longer of this world, I would no longer need to worry when Hendrix would return, nor when he would leave my side again.

As the car rushed towards her, I hoped she would die.

Just then, Hendrix suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking my way. His expression was wintry.

I slammed hard on the brakes. I was in a mess. I really wanted to kill Andrea...

A moment later, Hendrix pulled me out of the car. He stared at me with cold, unwavering eyes. "Arianna, what are you doing?"

I lost control of my body and fell to the ground, but he caught me with his quick reflexes. He held me half-heartedly in his arms, his anger was still visible on his face.

As I gazed at him, tears welled up in my eyes as I pleaded, "Hendrix, can you ask her to leave?"

Tugging on his cold hands, I choked back a sob and said, "Hendrix, I really love you more than you think. Please don't make me do this. If she shows up here again, I will kill her for real."

This time, I let my feelings gush forth without restraint as I laid my heart bare before Hendrix. My viciousness, my selfishness, my jealousy; all presented in his presence.

As our eyes met, Hendrix pursed his lips and unconsciously loosened his grip on my arm. He reached out and cupped my face with one hand and brought his face close to mine. He then shouted hoarsely, "Idiot!"

He picked me up and looked at Minnie, who had rushed out in a hurry, and ordered, "Hail a cab for Miss Burton!"

Minnie nodded repeatedly.