My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After thinking for a while, I said, "It's about to snow again, and it will be noon soon. Do you want to stay for lunch?"

I had to say - there are days I didn't want to see him because of Anne; days when I didn't even want him anywhere near the Roberts house.

I even thought about telling Hendrix to stay away from him. This way, no one would take Anne away from me.

But I couldn't be so selfish!

He paused for a moment, turned off the tap, and then took a tissue to wipe his hands. He looked at me and asked, "Are you cooking?"

This man...

After a pause, I nodded. "Yes!" I thought for a moment and said, "I'll cook later, but no one is watching Anne. Would you do me a favor and look after her for me?" He raised his eyebrows and nodded.

I let out a sigh of relief. He didn't stay in the living room. Instead, he went straight into Anne's bedroom.

A father would always care for his daughter.

Hendrix and I should have a child soon.

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Anne had already woken up. She was sitting

that she started to cough. Josiah helped her by patting her back. His gaze on her was always tender and

called out, interrupting their lovely

said I had

saw them talking and laughing, I felt a little sad. After all, I did raise

She was my salvation.

came back to their senses. Josiah's smile faded away, and he bent

stretched out her hand instinctively and said with a smile, "Mommy, I told Mr. Saunders a riddle earlier. I asked him if I used a durian and a watermelon to hit his head, which would

bedroom. I couldn't peel my eyes

I replied casually, "Durian!"

laughter, and coughed again from

"Your voice hasn't recovered yet.

were stern,

she looked at me, "Mommy, Mr. Saunders had the same answer. But how could a durian and watermelon hurt? Of course, your head would hurt even more if