My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I didn't know what Hendrix had told Wylie, but after Wylie left, she didn't return to the study, leaving her documents and computer.

I vaguely guessed that he'd thought that Wylie and I had come up with the plan to find Irvin in Mesville, and therefore had proceeded to vent his anger at her. We were not allowed to interact anymore after that. I didn't see Hendrix all night. I sent a message to Wylie, and found that her phone was in her briefcase. She'd left in a hurry in the afternoon. It seemed that Hendrix had done his magic. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

After putting Anne to bed, I leaned on the sofa, studying while waiting for Hendrix to come back.

The conversation that afternoon wasn't pleasant. After a few hours, both of us had calmed down, and could sit down and have a chat.

I was the best candidate to look for Irvin, but Dr. Jules had reminded me I was still in my first trimester. I was not suitable for a long journey, so I could only hope that Hendrix could think of a winwin solution. But I forgot that pregnant women were also easily exhausted. Not long after I was in the living room,

fell asleep on the sofa in a

a trance, I heard some noise in the corridor outside. I woke up and opened the door to have

door for a while, and then went back in. This time,

Looking at the quilt I was covered in, I frowned, got up and went downstairs. There was no one in the living room, but breakfast was put on the table with a note

child. I heated the

see anyone today. I searched the back courtyard and still, there wasn't anyone.

After a while, when no one came to inform me of her whereabouts, I couldn't sit still anymore, and went upstairs to find

seconds, I suddenly realized that I was grounded by

was none other than Hendrix bringing people in to collect things, to cut off my contact with the outside