My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

By the time I turned around, the owner of the voice had already entered the VIP room.

Hendrix was wearing a grey suit vest, and the ends of his trousers met the floor vertically without any wrinkles. His black slicked-back hair was combed nicely, just as how he appeared on the television show. It could be seen that he had dressed up scrupulously, which made him a prepossessing sight in young ladies' eyes.

He shot an apathetic glance at me and lowered his eyes expressionlessly to gaze at his son. "Still not going to let go of her?"

When Wynn heard this, his naive face puckered even more. "No, I want Mom. I want this auntie instead of Madam Forbes to be my mom!"

I was so embarrassed by this turn of events that I didn't even know where to put my hands. I could only smile apologetically. "Perhaps the kid is missing his mother..." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"If it weren't because of that, do you think you would have the opportunity to approach him?" Hendrix stared at me unemotionally. His cold expression made me suspect if he was a coldblooded monster innately.

Discerning the note of sarcasm in his words, the smile froze on my face. "Mr. Roberts, I think you must have misunderstood. It's..."

Hendrix did not give me a chance to finish speaking. He walked over and forcefully removed Wynn's hand as he said, "There are so many women thirsting for the status as Mrs. Roberts. Indeed, you've stood out from the rest."

with his eyes. Although the child was obstinate, he couldn't defy his

me.

to use it on. If you want to marry the richest man around, you can save yourself a lot of time by just coming at me straight. If you take another furtive attempt to get close to my son again, you'll have to bear the consequences, mark my words."

A man obsessed with

self-confidence was simply

woman's patience. I suppressed my anger and tried to explain myself, "I'll make it clear again that this is

I've got no. intention to get close to your son on purpose, nor do I want to marry the richest man alive or whatever. Even though you're good-looking, in

a sharp tongue. Hence, I had to give him

His eyes narrowed slightly, as though he was indicating that this was a common Occurrence, and that there

was totally

guess to win the heart of the richest man and an eligible bachelor with a model-level physique

be Mrs. Roberts, might very well start

might seem to have an ulterior