My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Letting out a soft sigh, I pulled my hand away and said calmly, "Mr. Roberts, please come in and have a seat!"

I guess I wasn't all that surprised to see him. At least after meeting him again, I found that I did not miss him as much as I thought I would. Four years was indeed enough for a person to learn to let go of things Even the resentment had faded away until it was but a distant memory of a feeling I once had.

He walked in and sat down on the rattan chair. I brought the fruit I picked yesterday to him and entertained him like a guest. I looked at him with a slight smile. "This is fruit I planted myself. They taste pretty good. Have a taste."

He looked at me, his stare was deep but calm. After a moment, he nodded and took a bite of the peach.

After a long while, he looked at me and said, "It's very sweet!"

I nodded. After four years, I had become exceptionally reticent. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Norman came by with Anne and Bennett after picking them up from the school. When he saw

Hendrix sitting in the house, he was caught by slight surprise. However, being the well-educated man that he was, he made sure not to appear too exaggerated. He just nodded lightly and greeted, "Good day, Mr. Roberts!"

reaction when he saw Norman. I paused and decided to introduce

looked elegant and aristocratic. He paused when his gaze fell on Anne

They were both five but Bennett looked like a four year-old standing

face sink a little, but did not read too much into it. I looked towards the two kids. "What would you like to

seemed less than happy when her gaze fell on Hendrix. She said, "Anything's fine,

the wound on my ankle and said,

terms were nothing out of the ordinary when used normally. But it was different when they were heard

at Norman with a slight smile. "It appears your skills are needed here

situation, being the simple, straightforward person that he was. Instead, he looked over at Hendrix and asked, "Mr. Roberts, why

tucked the strange expression on his face away and nodded, his eyes

gaze at the two kids and barked out my usual instructions. "You two - go pick some vegetables in the backyard. And Anne, don't pick on Bennet.

"Mommy is

you. If you continue bullying

baskets in her hands, she looked at Bennett and said, "Mommy asked me not

needs