My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Anne ran over, tugging at him to play with her. Succumbing to Anne's pleas, Hendrix went along with her.

I sat on the chair, momentarily unable to comprehend how Yana's past was like to the extent of Charles not being able to accept it.

In the evening, at the entrance of the villa, Aaron looked at me intently and said, "Since you've already returned to Jarold City, you should move back home with Anne. After all, you and Mr. Roberts are divorced. If you continue to stay together, people will start talking."

I was taken aback. I knew he didn't want to see me staying with Hendrix with no title to my name.

Hendrix didn't say anything and politely sent them off.

Anne had been busy the entire day and was tired too, so she laid in the living room until she fell asleep.

I was stuck between the door frame and his chest. "I didn't sign the divorce papers four years ago, so legally, we're still husband and wife. Can't a married couple live together under one roof?" Seeing how stubborn he was, I couldn't help but laugh. He was really petty!

I tilted my head to look at him, then said as I gently smiled, "We can. That's why I'm staying here."

Joy shone through the man's dark eyes, and a gentle affection was wafting through the atmosphere. If it weren't for Anne, who groggily woke up in the living room, he wouldn't have been able to restrain himself.

Autumn in Jarold City was unpredictable.

It was Tuesday. Having stayed in the villa for revision for many days, I got bored. After all, one could really die of boredom if left alone for too long.

allow visitors, so I could only send

entrance. What started out as a humble business four years back was now the excellent Roberts Group with the eye-catching

a parking spot, the

storm came abruptly, with its flashes of lightning and peals of thunder. I initially thought the rain wasn't going to be too heavy, so I got out of the car, lunchbox in hand, and

to pour like no one's business. I sprinted my way to the company entrance, my clothes were soaking wet by the time

entrance to shelter themselves from the rain. I squeezed through the crowd and

front desk.

Hendrix. I had been

I could even call him back, the phone rang again. I picked

something happen earlier?" The man's voice was low and

looked at the downpour and

the loud rumble of thunder struck, causing

sounded from the other end of

"Mr. Roberts,

Hendrix replied, "Reschedule it!"

for a while. I stood in the lobby, momentarily forgetting to

murmured a reply of acknowledgement. There was another loud roar of thunder. With a gentle voice, he spoke up again from the other end of the phone,

years, thanks to the unpredictability of the weather in Hovell, Anne and I had gotten used to it. Even though we were scared, things