My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I raised my eyebrows and asked, "Have you ever seen a homewrecker that is as justifiable as me?" I paused for a short moment before adding, "By the way, Hendrix isn't touching you anymore, right? Do you want to know why?"

I leaned slightly closer to her and looked at her mockingly, "Because I told him that I hate it when he beds other women, and that I won't let him touch me if he touches others again." "You're talking nonsense!" she exclaimed.

I sneered, "Nonsense? Then why did he ask me to help him by using my hands instead of going to you?"

Looking at her dumbfounded look, I felt better. It was indeed entertaining to tease her.

"Then let's have a try to see if he still has me in his mind," Andrea replied.

She started laughing sinisterly all of a sudden. Her delicate face drew close to me, then all of a sudden grabbed me by the arm, and she launched herself towards the wine tower at the side.

In just a moment, the once exquisite wine tower was knocked down. Glasses of wine fell to the floor and broke into pieces, pulling many of the guests nearby into the mess.

Some screamed, some stepped back to avoid the mess, while some didn't even know what had just happened.

"Andrea!" Valerie's worried voice echoed, followed by a wave of chaos.

A figure flashed past me and picked up Andrea, who was drenched in wine and sitting on the pieces of broken glasses from the floor quickly. Then he cleaned up the glass pieces on Andrea's body and put her on the sofa. Several family doctors came in and began to examine Andrea. Someone contacted the ambulance, while the others tried to comfort Valerie.

Andrea looked at Hendrix with her mellow eyes and sobbed, "Hendrix."

"I'm here," Hendrix opened his mouth as his brows furrowed, and the anxiety he had from just then had already subsided.

"It hurts!" Andrea said, tugging at Hendrix's clothes with her pale, soft hands.

Someone started their car and waited at the entrance. Then, Hendrix picked Andrea up, "If it hurts, then stop talking and rest!"

Andrea fell silent while she relaxed against his body.

Hendrix left with Andrea in his arms. His dark eyes fell on me for a moment, his gaze was deep and unfathomable, and then he carried Andrea out. Since one of the parties involved had left, what was left was people who were there to watch the show.

Some people were looking at me and talked with scornful laughter.

"Mrs. Roberts has always been at odds with Miss Burton. She must have pushed Miss Burton out of jealousy because she got to reunite with her family."

"She shouldn't be behind it. I've worked with Mrs. Roberts on a few projects. She's a steadfast person and always acts with propriety. I believe that she won't hurt others on such an occasion."

"You shouldn't lump them together. Didn't you see the expression on Mr. Roberts's face just now? He was worried about Miss Burton. If you were Mrs. Roberts, how would you feel if your husband cared for another woman?"

"That's true. Now that Miss Burton has reunited with her family, I'm afraid that she'll force Mr. Roberts to divorce his missus in the future."

"That's pitiful!"

I listened to them in silence.

Austin, who had been watching the scene fold out with amusement, could not help but come up to Arianna. He looked at her coldly and said sarcastically, "Arianna, how could you be so brazenly jealous? Andrea is much better than you In terms of beauty, status, and background. She's worthy of Hendrix now. You, on the other hand..."

He didn't continue, but his disdainful eyes fell on me. It was enough to make me understand that he meant that I was not worthy of Hendrix.

I looked up at him, shrugged, and replied with a smile, "Yes, I was brazen. But compared with your sly and cowardly acts, what I did could already be considered upright!"

"You-"

Perhaps Austin was too furious at me that he didn't even know what to say. He only snorted and left.