My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He looked at me quietly as if he was contemplating something. After a while, he said, "I'm glad! When we were twenty years old, I felt that love could last long. I didn't care if you were an orphan or the daughter of the Moore Family. For me, everything was great as long as it was you. But now, I don't think so. I love you because you were my first love and also my wife. I'm glad for your family background and your upbringing. If it weren't for these, we would have endless obstacles to face. It is because of your background that we can take care of each other for the rest of our lives and not worry about anything else. At the same time, we can be the couple envied by many others. That's why I'm confident that we can face the future together."

If one's first love was impulsive and full of chemistry, then marriage was a couple facing the small things in life together. Some couples were in a mess, always arguing over life matters; while some couples respected and supported each other. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Hendrix and I belonged to the latter category. I never felt that respecting your spouse was a derogatory term. Respecting each other was the greatest sincerity in marriage.

Lying in his arms, I smiled, "Hendrix, please take care of me in the future."

He smiled gently, "Same to you, Mrs. Roberts."

Hendrix and I went to the company. He ran back and forth every

for him in the building

people were bustling about, coming in and out of the building. A red sports car was parked at the entrance and

glanced at the person who got out of the car. It was Rowane, who I hadn't seen for a long time. I thought she was

was dressed casually. He seemed to be a rich man from one of the noble

wore a black skirt and knee-high boots that accentuated her long legs. She was wearing an expensive- looking white mink jacket, looking

walked to the driver's seat and kissed the man on the lips without hesitation. She then walked into the building gracefully,

It seemed that

not enemies, I did not want to meet her. She moved the crocodile-skin bag on her wrist to the crook of her arm, looked at me with her eyebrows raised and said, "Are you here to visit Mr. Roberts? He's

nodded, "We just