My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Richard and Evelyn were still making small talks when we left the restaurant. I was getting tired, and the night was chiller than usual, so I didn't speak much.

Suddenly, my shoulders felt warm. I looked up and saw that Hendrix had put on a coat for me. Surprised at his action, I thanked him.

A black Cadillac stopped in front of the restaurant lobby, and a gentle and decent looking man got out from the car. He waved his hand at Richard and Evelyn and said, "Mom, Dad, next time can you inform me half an hour earlier?"

Evelyn pulled the man over intimately and told Hendrix and me, "Mr. and Mrs. Roberts, this is my son, Calvin Hammer. He was supposed to join us tonight, but he couldn't make it as he had to deal with something else. Fortunately, I still get to introduce him to the both of you."

We talked for a bit more, during which I felt like I had seen Calvin before, but I couldn't recall where I met him.

When I heard Evelyn said that Calvin was working for Alford Audit, I paid a little more attention to her words.

Since we already had our meal, and there wasn't anything important left to discuss, we headed on our separate ways after saying goodbye.

In the car, I frowned while staring blankly out the window.

my hands. I turned around and saw Hendrix driving with one hand while holding me in another. I grimaced,

sideways at me and asked with a smug, "Are you worrying

was

I replied. Besides, there was also someone else inside my belly. I continued,

fragile. He then held my hand tightly and said, "Don't worry, even if

and then I suddenly remembered that the car which Kelsey had got on after leaving the Roberts

into the car, so

didn't say a word on our way back to the mansion. When we arrived, I was

the bedroom. He placed me on the bed and said, "Don't fall asleep, go wash up first." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

very sleepy, so I pulled over the quilt

to have read my thoughts as he sat me up from the bed and brought me into the bathroom. He sternly said in his deep voice, "Wash up. Otherwise, you'll be uncomfortable in the morning." "Okay," I responded, but I still hung onto Hendrix. I tried to put toothpaste on my toothbrush in

toothpaste for me, he filled up the mug with water, handed it to me, and said as if he was lecturing a child, "Brush

toothbrush in my mouth, I muttered, "I'm not a

smiled, "There's no

was lying on the bed when Hendrix decided to join me. He laid down, held me in his arms, and