My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix looked him up and down, and then raised his hand to shake Jordan's.

The two brothers were meeting for the first time, and things were going quite harmoniously. Perhaps Jennifer was telling the truth. With the exception of Nathan, everyone in the family was looking forward to Hendrix's return.

Jordan spoke again and tried to smooth things over, "Father, today is a good day. Why don't you let me bring Hendrix to the company to take a look?"

"No need." Nathan completely ignored the enthusiasm on Jordan's face, and then got up and walked to the dining room. "Let's eat first."

Jordan, who was accustomed to this behavior, shrugged his shoulders and followed behind.

I wanted to shake my head in disapproval at the sight of this. I still had to eat at the same table with them in such a depressing environment; things surely couldn't get worse than this. Hendrix finally calmed down and was the first to respond. He led me to the dining table and sat down.

The atmosphere at the table felt a little strange.

Nathan sat very still and wore a grim and depressed expression while Suanne smiled and ordered the servants to set the dishes; though her smile felt rather fake.

I quietly observed Hendrix's face. He didn't look at me, but patted me on the back of my hand under the table, indicating that I should stay calm. That was the only way I could feel relaxed. After what felt like a decade, Nathan finally said, "Let's eat."

while they ate. Thus, the dining table fell into a long silence. Suanne suddenly stood up with a smile. "Arianna, you're not in good health, so I made some nourishing soup specifically for you. I'll fill up a bowl

pleasant, but it still carried the same artificiality as before, as if she

up quickly. "That's alright, Mom. I'll do it

of pretentious manners, Suanne was still older than me. It was impolite

into

turned off the fire as the pot was still boiling. She picked up a white

and retracting her wrist as

Her movements were

and

as if

skilled at cooking.

Her voluptuous figure gave me the illusion that she was still a young

she turned around and I hurried over to pick the soup-filled bowl up. But before I could do so, she had tossed the bowl

was stunned for a moment, only to find that the smile on Suanne's face had disappeared; in its place was a frigidly cold expression. Though I had expected it, I was still shocked by

since the soup has been overcooked, I will be drinking it." After

longer the soup is cooked, the