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.

cut some fruit 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

business four years back was now the excellent Roberts Group with the eye-catching

a parking spot,

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

entrance, my clothes were soaking wet by

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

unpleasant encounters, I didn't bother enquiring at the front desk. Instead,

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

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

voice was low and anxious,

looked at the downpour and replied, "Nothing

loud rumble of thunder struck, causing tremors through the

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

"Mr. Roberts, the meeting..." It

Hendrix replied, "Reschedule it!"

momentarily forgetting to move

roar of thunder. With a gentle voice, he spoke

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 scared, things were more manageable now, so we weren't too terrified of it