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

up and opened the door to

door for a while, and then went back

next day in my bedroom. 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 on it. "Mrs. Roberts, breakfast is

wasn't a pampered child. I heated the food and ate

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 suddenly become an empty

one came to inform me 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

few seconds, I suddenly realized that

with the outside world. He had done it very ruthlessly, even cutting off the Internet, essentially turning the computer into a pile of