My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I couldn't figure it out, so I assumed that it was their neighbor's child. I didn't think much of it and continued to flip through the photos.

The photo behind it was of Hendrix attending school. Master Roberts was really thoughtful, he had recorded every moment of Hendrix's growth.

When I flipped to the back, I saw a photo that looked like it was taken just a few years ago. Andrea, Josiah, and Austin were all in it, but there was another person in the photo.

It was a boy with delicate bright eyes, and he looked energetic and warm. The others in the photo were extraordinary as they each were extremely goodlooking. However, that boy seemed pale and sickly. Since I didn't know him, I didn't pay any more attention to him.

A girl stood in the middle of the four boys. I knew the girl, she was Andrea. The young Andrea looked innocent and cute.

At first glance, I could tell that she was a precious little princess. She seemed very happy in the photo.

After flipping through the photos, my emotions were jumbled up. Andrea and Hendrix had known each other for so long, but it had only been two years since I first met him.

At that time, if my grandmother hadn't fallen ill and had no choice but to take me to Master Roberts, I wouldn't have married Hendrix.

think of it, I had only married him because of my grandmother and Master Roberts. It was no wonder

The Roberts was a prestigious family, while my grandmother was an old lady living in the countryside. How did they come to know each

a daze as I pondered about

Hendrix's study until late. Perhaps due to my pregnancy, I didn't feel hungry even though I hadn't had anything to eat for the whole day. My stomach was only

enough ingredients. After searching for a long time, I found some cucumbers in the refrigerator. I felt lazy and didn't want to cook, so I took a cucumber and washed it to have as

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on the cucumber in my hand. He knitted his brows and asked in a low voice, "What

matter-of-factly, "To eat." What

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with an indescribable expression. I couldn't understand what he was thinking, so I raised the cucumber in my hand and offered, "Do you want