My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was perplexed and asked, "Why do we need a wedding ceremony?" Didn't we already have one before?

He laughed and said, "Our previous wedding ceremony was nothing. Let's hold it a second time and give ourselves a perfect one. Plus, once you enter the Reid family registry, with how old-fashioned Charles is, he'd probably want to marry off his daughter in glory. We can fulfill his dreams of marrying off his daughter that he's had for half his life."

I laughed. "You and Mr. Reid hasn't seen each other more than a few times, and yet you know him so well. Who knows - maybe he just randomly chose me as his goddaughter."

He then put some grilled meat in my bowl and said, "The people in Jarold City all know that Charles keeps his word for life. He announced so openly that he wants you to be in the Reid family, so that means he's put in a lot of thought!"

However, I lowered my head and found it hard to swallow the food in my mouth.

Perhaps Hendrix had noticed the change in my mood, because he took my hand and said,

"Do you want to eat anything else?"

was enough food on the table so I shook my head and said, "Hendrix, do you think there are any parents in this world who don't want their children? Mr. Reid is just a person I've met a couple of times, yet he's willing to want me as his daughter,

in my eyes and felt uncomfortable. Over the past 20 years, I had always tried to convince myself that life was good

genuinely despite us not being blood related, and that was

parents and relatives, the more bitter the taste on my tongue and in my heart. Why was I

arms and comforted me

a faint smile. "Hendrix, you're terrible at comforting people." His smile was gentle, and there was a touch of warmth

as I room a few bites. In truth, I had lost my appetite. Hendrix was leaving on a business

for Hendrix and I to go to the Granger Mansion.

the Granger

a video conference, I was left with nothing to do. Thus, I looked outside at

It was so beautiful that it looked almost surreal. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

look back at my footprints. They seemed oddly alluring in the snow, and it made me feel

pity that Hendrix was busy. If he