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.

visitors, so I could only send them to Hendrix at the Roberts Group. The sky was a little cloudy. Fortunately, Hendrix had prepared a car for me, and traffic wasn't

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

I found a parking spot, the cloudy sky started

peals of thunder. I initially thought the rain wasn't going to be too heavy, so I got out of the car, lunchbox

way to the company entrance, my clothes were soaking wet by the time I

were standing by Roberts Group's entrance to shelter themselves from the rain. I squeezed through

unpleasant encounters, I didn't bother enquiring at the front desk. Instead, I took out my cell phone

from Hendrix. I

could even call him back, the phone rang again. I picked up and stood aside, so

earlier?" The man's voice was low and anxious, as

momentarily taken aback. I looked at the downpour and replied, "Nothing

loud rumble of thunder struck, causing tremors through

voice sounded from the other end of the phone, "Don't be scared,

spoke from his end, saying, "Mr.

Hendrix replied, "Reschedule it!"

lobby, momentarily

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

remember that I was afraid of thunder. But after four years, thanks to the unpredictability of the weather in Hovell, Anne and I had gotten used to it. Even though we were