My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Kennedy gave me a snort of sarcasm, "What an ungrateful b*stard, dad had put so much attention on him for nothing."

"Stop that, Kennedy!" Trent glared at her. He could not help but consoled me, "It's getting late and your grandpa had rested in peace. So it's time for you to go home." "Okay. Thank you, Uncle." Trent and Kennedy were both in their late fifties. They had no child but at least they lived a peaceful life with the shares of Roberts Group. Although Kennedy had a sharp tongue, after all she was still a kind-hearted one. The couple had led a life that was too good for people to be envious of them.

As they walked away, I stood in front of Grandpa's gravestone in absent-minded. Now that Grandpa had passed away and perhaps this marked the end of the relationship between Hendrix and me. Everything was temporary in this life. Everything faded away when the time came, and before I knew it, it was all gone, and so did our relationship.

"Grandpa, take care. I'll come and visit you after some time." Standing in front of the gravestone, I took a deep bow. Before I managed to get off, I was taken by complete surprise.

When did Hendrix arrive?

Hendrix was dressed in black, and his face was gloomy and cold. He was standing not far away from me in his tall figure, and his eyes fell on the gravestone. As usual, his expression was deep enough for me to figure out his emotion at the moment.

turned to him, he shifted his gaze and ordered in his low and deep voice. "Let's

to

about to leave, I quickly stopped him, "Hendrix, Grandpa has passed away. So you should let go of the past, and you know that he had done much for you

cold eyes and I was at

a fuse, but it turned out

him out. The sky was getting darker, and the driver who was supposed to send me back had already left when Hendrix

got in. The journey was eerily quiet, so I forced myself to ask about Andrea's condition. However, I held back my words every

"How's Andrea?" I was not the one who

was too hard that I could not even make a single move. Hendrix stared at me in his eyes,

shivering voice, "Arianna, do you think I would not divorce you since you have the box from

the presence of the box only after a few hours of me receiving it. What else