My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It was a few days later when I knew Hendrix had been waiting for me downstairs. Irvin hadn't been letting me leave the house because of my unstable mood.

Speaking of which, he really knew me well. He knew my concerns, and he knew how to appease me. Indeed, he was busy after the holiday.

Meanwhile, I had begun working for the Granger Group. As promised, Irvin assigned me to the Project Department. Since I was only on-boarded, I wasn't quite familiar with a lot of things. So, Irvin assigned an assistant for me.

Working on a project was different from other jobs. It wouldn't be plausible for me to only work from nine to five. Besides, I had only taken over the job. So, I usually worked until late at night.

Since Yohannes had been admitted to the hospital because of a stroke. Therefore, Irvin could only arrange for his assistant to send me back to Central Park Residence.

I had been adapting myself to my new life as well so that he wouldn't worry about me as much.

Pulling up the car at the entrance of the residential area, the assistant said, "Director Reid, Mr. Granger asked me to pass you this, and he reminds you to eat."

I nodded, taking the document from her hand, and got out of the car. It was only a five-minute walk from the main gate to get to my floor. Walking slowly, I thought about the latest project I was working on.

At the thought of technology companies, I couldn't help but remember the Fantasia Company in Ucrebury. The professionals of the company excelled in the technology

wise choice for Granger Group to acquire Fantasia Company. It was easy to maintain the high quality of the products. So, the only thing Granger

noticed that my phone was ringing after some time. It was a

been calling him

but I had never once got through. It was almost Monique's

I quickly picked it up and asked, "lan, where's Monique? Has she delivered the baby?

been stunned when he suddenly heard my voice. Ian only replied to me after

little suffocated at the mention of my child, I walked to a bench and sat down, trying to calm down. I drew a deep breath and answered, "I'm fine. Where are you, anyway? Why can't I reach anyone of

completely focused on the baby, so she doesn't have time to pick up your call," he said. He sounded strange, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what was off about his voice. I could only ask,

a faint cry of a baby from the other side of the phone. It stung my heart, and I

still in the country. We will come to

I felt when I finally heard from them both. At least Monique and her child

we exchanged a few more words before hanging up the call. He probably was busy taking