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.

that he wanted to expand his business locally for the time being. At the thought of technology companies, I couldn't help but remember the Fantasia Company in Ucrebury. The professionals

to maintain the high quality of the

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

him

days, but I had never once got through. It was almost Monique's due date, and

and asked, "lan, where's Monique? Has she delivered the baby? How are you

been stunned when he suddenly heard my voice. Ian only replied to me after a long time, "She's fine. She has given birth to

calm down. I drew a deep breath and answered, "I'm fine. Where are you, anyway? Why

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, "Where

lan could answer, I heard a faint cry of a baby from the other side of the phone. It stung my heart, and I couldn't help

country. We will come to Jarold City to see you once

the joy I felt when I finally heard

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