My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I finally connected the dots; much like his father, Wynn had poor understanding of things.

"I'm fine with treating you to a meal, but you can't call me 'mom' anymore. Alright?"

"No problem." The little fellow smiled right away, pulling me into the restaurant. "Let's go, Madam Pretty!"

Wynn ordered a children's combo and the bestselling sets, occupying the space of the two-person table to the brim.

The little fellow did what he said he would. He only took a small bite of each food before he put them back down. The ice cream was the sole exception.

I chuckled and teased him. "Only girls like sweet food."

Hearing this, Wynn immediately put down the spoon in his hand, picked up the napkin, elegantly wiped his mouth and stopped eating.

"Aww, I was just joking. Eat up." As I spoke, I pushed the chocolate sundae on the table towards him.

He shook his head at me. "These are enough." "Really?" I asked doubtfully. Children couldn't always restrain themselves when it came to food.

firmly again and said with a serious face, "Analysis of the big data indicates that inordinate consumption of fried and sugary food is detrimental to

consume even a single mouthful?" "There won't be any problem if I just

It was acceptable for

a burning gaze directed at me. I looked up and met a pair of cold eyes outside the glass wall. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

A wall stood separating

pair of ghostly eyes, I

came to my senses, Hendrix had already walked

Wynn saw him, he shouted fearlessly and stood

and asked indifferently, "What should

over to hold his father's thigh, flattering

Hendrix's eyes, but he didn't

was

and said excitedly, "Daddy, did you see Madam Forbes? She said that she would come to pick me up soon. It's been a long time, but she hasn't come yet. The uncles and aunties in the mall didn't give me the time of the day. Only Madam

Huh?

who had left him here? Why didn't he tell

bring himself or herself to ignore