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.

with a serious face, "Analysis of the big data indicates

to consume even a single mouthful?" "There

for children to be ignorant, but would it be sinful if

up and met a pair of cold eyes outside

the restaurant expressionlessly, and the chilliness around him began to engulf me. A wall stood separating us, but the

pair of ghostly eyes, I was overwhelmed with an

the time I came to my senses, Hendrix had already walked

as Wynn saw him, he shouted fearlessly and

frowned slightly and asked indifferently,

over to hold his father's thigh,

flashed across Hendrix's eyes, but he didn't lose

he was

The uncles and aunties

Huh?

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

his, nobody could bring himself or herself to ignore him if he went