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

the bedroom. She had a fever this morning."

in his arms. "Josiah stopped

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

was too smart and observant to

face turned dark immediately.

second, he realized 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

it was obvious

get involved. Men were capable of handling matters

pursed my lips and casted

fingertips, I fell silent and exhaled lightly, "Okay,

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

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idea what the other person 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 the piece of paper. His eyes darkened, and he noticed that he had

held his pen even tighter, pressing it against the contract even harder. "Are you done?" Obviously, he was in a