My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He gave a small smile. "It's okay. You can close your eyes and rest first."

I found it funny. In these few steps, in these few minutes, there was nothing to worry about.

There were people sitting in the living room, which surprised me a little. They were Nerissa Roberts and Sierra, whom I had seen during the day.

After four years of not seeing each other, Nerissa's face was calm and pale, but she was still dignified.

Hendrix and I appeared intimately in front of them. Hence, when we entered the villa, both people who were drinking tea in the living room stood up.

Nerissa frowned when she saw me. She was evidently displeased. She looked over at Hendrix with a sour expression. "Why did you bring her back? You..."

Hendrix's eyebrows knitted together as he frowned. He coldly told her, "Aunt Nerissa, this is my personal matter." He sounded blank and there was no emotion in his voice. However, there was a kind of cold indifference that distanced people from him.

Nerissa's mood was getting unstable. "You two have already separated, why are you still involved with each other? Four years are enough for you..."

back soon!" He was blatantly telling her

you're tired!" Hendrix looked down at me. The man's eyes were clear and he was

I

the bedroom is still there. It's what you like to use, just

word. Sierra, who stood in the living room, was panicking. She appeared

me and seemed

and Sierra had in the past

Roberts!" Sierra opened her mouth, which sounded a

frowned and looked back at her. Feeling displeased, he asked, "What's the matter, Miss

pursed her lips as she looked aggrieved. "I'd like to discuss some details

an elegant and exclusive man. He looked at her with little emotion, and with a light tone he said indifferently, "Miss Noland, it's nine o'clock in the evening. The working time at Roberts Group is eight hours, from nine o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the evening. It's been three hours past the working hours. You are an educated person too. It's rude for you to come without being invited and wanting to discuss work

already 26 years old. You should know the right time to do or say something. You should go home. I don't know why you came to

slightest hint of anger. However, any girl who heard this would feel pain in their hearts. This was how people were hurt, without needing any instruments to do so. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet

emotion, nonchalant but assertive. It was too cruel