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.

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

or a sophisticated genius. I was bemused briefly before I said, "If that's the case, shouldn't you refuse to consume even a single mouthful?" "There won't be any problem if I just eat a little. The more Daddy forbids me from eating them,

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

sensed a burning gaze directed at me. I looked up and met

the restaurant expressionlessly, and the chilliness around him began to engulf me. A wall stood separating us, but the temperature in the restaurant seemed to have abruptly dropped a few

eyes, I was

time I came to my

him, he shouted fearlessly and

frowned slightly and asked indifferently, "What should you call

his

Hendrix's eyes, but he didn't lose his temper.

he was about to

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 Pretty was willing to lend me her phone, and I remembered not to simply give you a call, Daddy. I'm a good

Huh?

him here? Why didn't he tell me this

himself or herself to ignore him if he went up to them