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.

and send them to Anne in school. However, the school didn't allow visitors, so I could only send them to Hendrix at the Roberts Group. The sky was a little cloudy. Fortunately,

out as a humble business four years back was

a parking spot, the cloudy

going to be too heavy, so I got out of the

were

were standing by Roberts Group's entrance to shelter themselves from

at the front desk. Instead, I took out

calls when I took my phone out. They were from Hendrix. I had been frantically trying to avoid the rain, so I hadn't

again. I picked up and stood aside, so as not to block the

The man's voice was low

at the downpour and replied, "Nothing to

rumble of thunder struck, causing tremors

of the phone, "Don't be scared, I'm

spoke from his end, saying, "Mr. Roberts, the

Hendrix replied, "Reschedule it!"

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

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, "I'll be home

the weather in Hovell, Anne and I had gotten used to