Chapter 324


    After some time, Ipromised and got out of the car.


    I walked up to Hendrix and said, "Please make way. I need to go home." He was blocking the entrance


    of the neighborhood, and we couldn''t get past him without running over him.


    He reached out to grab me, tightening his grip to the point where it hurt me. For a very long time, he


    only stared at me. His eyes showed his pain. Then, he said sorrowfully, "Arianna, this isn''t your home."


    He was shaking, but I doubted it. I must be the one who was shivering, perhaps from the coldness in


    I wanted tough, but I couldn''t. My eyes hurt so much, and I tried my best to shake his hand off.


    Pushing down my emotions, I said, "You can continue to stand here and block the way if you''re not


    afraid of dying."


    After that, I got into the driver''s seat. Since Aaron didn''t pull out the car key, I started the car. Then,


    looking at the man who was standing unwavering in front of the car, I warned in a deep voice, "Move."


    He looked at me, his eyes deep like a bottomless pit, and he said, "If my death can make you feel


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    better, I''ll dly do so."


    The autumn breeze in Jarold City was strong and cold. The maple leaves on the streets swirled in the


    wind, scattering around like lost children without a home.


    "This is your final chance to move now," I said softly, but in a very cold voice. "Because I won''t hesitate


    to run over you."


    "Sure. Don''t go soft on me," Hendrix replied. He was calm, but it wasn''t the same with Aaron.


    Looking at me, he shouted, his voice thick with worry, "Arianna, don''t do anything impulsive!"


    I shook my head. I was feeling anything but impulsive. With a very clear head, I narrowed my eyes and


    used all my strength to step hard on the gas pedal.


    Love was such a horrible andughable habit. Although I said I love him no more, when I almost hit


    Hendrix with the car, I still aggressively turned the steering wheel, bringing the car to hit the curb.


    This suicidal impact hit me hard. My head buzzed, and I felt a stabbing pain in my chest.


    Then, something warm rose in my throat.


    Spitting a mouthful of blood - as though it had drained my energy-1 passed out on the steering wheel.


    Everything happened too fast. However, before Ipletely cked out, I vaguely heard two hasty


    shouts.


    "Arianna!"


    "Arianna!"


    They were Hendrix''s and Aaron''s voices.


    As expected, I woke up in the hospital with a numbing pain all over my body.


    I felt numb all over and stared at the ceiling. I felt a little disgusted with myself. Look, I couldn''t even kill


    the person who hurt me the most. I was so useless.


    I turned and noticed the person standing by the bed, and I couldn''t help but feel ashamed. "Sorry, I


    didn''t manage to control myself. I made trouble, right?"


    It wouldn''t be the first time Irvin saw memitting suicide. For the first few times, he would be


    frightened. Yet,ter on, he would be relieved as long as I was brought back to life in the end.


    He reached out to tug the hair on my forehead away, and then whispered, "You''re really lucky. Aaron''s


    millions of dors worth Bentley is ruined, but you survived."


    I chuckled. I didn''t know if he was feeling blessed that I had survived or scared that I might not. My


    gaze fell to the back of my hand. There was a needle there, and the area around it was a little swollen.


    It seemed that I had been taking IV for a long time.


    "Have I slept for a long time?"


    He nodded, "Two days and one night. You injured your heart and your forehead."


    Staring back at the ceiling, I said nonchntly, "It doesn''t seem to hurt as much this time."


    Because of my fear of pain, I didn''t dare to die. I was afraid of the tingling pain I would feel when I cut


    across my wrist with the de. I was afraid of the heart-sinking pain I would feel when I jumped off the


    building.


    The fear made me timid and weak even to end my own life.


    He pulled a long face. "Arianna, this will be thest time. If you don''t want revenge, if you''re willing to


    be hurt, it doesn''t matter to me whether you live or die in the future. I won''t care about you."


    I raised my hand, wanting to hold his hand. I spoke with a little hoarse voice, "I''m sorry, Irvin. I truly am.


    I should have kept myself in


    control."