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."

to eat as well, with no intention to talk while they ate. Thus, the dining table fell

as if she was trying to play a part she did not fit

"That's alright,

a fan of this kind of pretentious manners, Suanne was still older than me.

into the

boiling. She picked up a white

retracting her wrist as she did

Her movements were

and

if

skilled at cooking.

her graceful figure from afar. Her voluptuous figure gave me the

I hurried over to pick the soup-filled bowl up. But before I could

my hand hanging awkwardly in the air, I was stunned for a moment, only to find that the smile on Suanne's face had disappeared; in its place was

been overcooked, I will be drinking it." After saying that

longer the soup is cooked, the