My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

However, Hendrix wasn't someone promiscuous.

Hendrix took the document from Chloe. Glancing at me, he nodded slightly and replied to Minnie, "Okay!"

Chloe knew that she had completed her task, and she couldn't stay any longer. She took one more glimpse at Hendrix before she left.

Hendrix then went upstairs to put down the documents. Minnie pulled me aside and nagged me, "Arianna, how could you simply let another woman come into your home? Can't you see that her eyes were basically stuck at Master Hendrix just now? Why do you still act like it has nothing to do with you?"

Well. I chuckled.

"Minnie, that's not the case. Hendrix has a lot to do in the company, and Miss Hammer is his secretary. She came here to deliver a very urgent document for the company."

Minnie curled her lips. "I don't think so. That girl obviously has a crush on Master Hendrix. You need to be careful!"

Meantime, Hendrix had come back downstairs. Seeing him, Minnie stopped talking and headed back to the kitchen to continue with her work.

I slept for too long, and my eyes hurt a little from it. So, I turned around and went to clean myself up. When I came back to the first floor, I was surprised to find that there was a bowl of pumpkin soup on the dining table.

Minnie had already returned to her room for the night, and Hendrix was sitting in the living room, reading a book.

He shifted his eyes from the book to me when he saw me, and he gestured to the dining table, "Have some soup."

"Did you make it?"

He nodded, "Try it."

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Truth be told, Hendrix's good appearance was joined together by his noble-mindedness

the other hand, Aaron was different from Hendrix. He was cold and vicious like a vampire. Even though sometimes he would be gentle and

at me rather than

come close and sat at my opposite. I came back to

had your eyes

I was speechless.

had no

the remaining half of the bowl of soup in front of me, then I looked at him straight in the eyes and explained, "I couldn't finish it. It's too

half-empty bowl in front of

And now, I've had half of the pumpkin soup." Then

"I'm not interested in rearing pigs either." As he spoke, he

had used that spoon, and

the same

I felt my