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,

on the sofa in

woke up and opened the door to have a look. There was only the empty corridor, brightly lit. There was

I stood at the door for a while, and then went back in.

but breakfast was put on the table with a note on it. "Mrs. Roberts, breakfast is ready for you.

child. I heated the

before I realized that things weren't that simple. Usually, when Anne found out that I was awake, she would come for me. However, I didn't see anyone today. I searched the back courtyard and still, there wasn't anyone. Not only that, the other servants of the villa were also gone. The villa that was bustling with activity the day before had

of her whereabouts, I couldn't sit still anymore, and went upstairs to find my phone to make a call. I searched everywhere. Other than the landline on my

few seconds, I suddenly realized that I was

was none other than Hendrix bringing people in to collect things, to cut off my contact with the outside world. He had done