My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I paused for a while, then said, "I'll not meddle with anything that has to do with the Granger Group and Irvin. If you think of me as a true friend, then please, don't force me into something that goes against my

principles. I have no interest in business, and I will not do Hendrix wrong."

After I hung up, I tried to collect myself for a while. I saw that Anne was fast asleep behind me.

I was supposed to take my postgraduate finals, but after procrastinating, I've missed the exams, so I was rather free now.

In the evening.

Hendrix came back, looking incredibly tired. My guess was that he was drunk the entire night.

I was neck deep in my pool of thoughts when he walked into the living room. He placed the keys down then approached me to give me a hug. He murmured softly, "Why didn't you call me?"

I was surprised to hear that, and I looked back at him. My gaze landed on the stubble he had. He hadn't been shaving. "I was worried that you're busy. I didn't want to disturb you."

He tucked his head on my shoulder, "Nothing is more important than you."

looking around the living room,

bedroom. She had a fever this morning." I pondered about

me in his arms. "Josiah

moment of silence, I raised my head and looked up at him, "I saw the news this morning. The Roberts Group purchased a lot of Fantasia's shares. Is the company planning to expand into

this man was too smart and observant to not know what I

dark

his tone was too harsh, so he pulled himself together for a moment and said again, "I will take care of the business. Don't worry about

obvious

his message. He didn't want me to get involved.

and casted my

I fell silent and exhaled lightly, "Okay, just

to handle. I'm going to the study to finish it. I'll be down later to keep you company." Then, he went upstairs to the study. Looking at his firm back, I felt my mind drift

kitchen to whip up some noodles, and

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said, but the tip of his pen was pressed so hard against the contract laid out in front of him that the ink made a blot on

contract even harder. "Are you done?" Obviously, he was