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.

didn't allow visitors, so I could only send

Group building entrance. What started out as a humble business four years back

found a parking spot, the

of thunder. I initially thought the rain wasn't going to be too heavy,

no one's business. I sprinted my way to the company entrance, my clothes were soaking wet by the time I got there. Lightning and

Group's entrance to shelter themselves from the rain.

enquiring at the front desk. Instead, I took out my

Hendrix. I had been frantically trying to

the phone rang again. I picked up and stood aside, so as

man's voice was low

aback. I looked at the

the loud rumble of thunder struck, causing tremors

end of the

spoke from his end, saying, "Mr. Roberts, the meeting..." It sounded

Hendrix replied, "Reschedule it!"

in the lobby, momentarily forgetting to move my feet

of thunder. With a gentle voice, he spoke up again from the other end of the

that I was afraid of thunder. But after four years, thanks to the unpredictability of the weather in Hovell, Anne and I had