My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I didn't expect him to be so gallant. After a pause, I shook my head with a smile. "Don't mention it. Wynn is so lovely, no one would just stand by if they see him in trouble. Pardon my presumption, but try to prioritize the safety of your family, in spite of the fact that making money is important. If it's possible, you'd better arrange a few bodyguards for Wynn."

I had no intention of meddling in his business. I just felt close to Wynn, thus I did not want anything bad happening to him. In rich families, heirs would do anything to contend for the succession to the properties. Even Wynn had been abandoned by his stepmother-to-be; who knew what could happen in the future?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the little fellow. At the end of the day, being born with a silver spoon in his mouth may not be as big a blessing as many thought it to be.

Hendrix's face fell when he heard my words and he shot me a strange look.

I felt uncomfortable under his stare. Just as I was about to make an excuse to leave, my phone rang. It was Freya.

"How are you? Have you arrived home?" Freya's voice was full of penitence. "It's all my fault. I didn't handle the paparazzi in advance. It's rare for us to hang out together, but I've screwed it up."

"It doesn't matter. Let's meet up again next time. I've been shopping by myself for a while, but I'm going home now. I'll call you when I get back."

I had been busy chatting with Wynn after ordering our food, so I completely forgot about Freya.

After hanging up, and before the phone screen was turned off, Irvin's ID popped up.

silent. "You've

the time, and saw that it was already seven. He must be getting off work. "I came shopping with Freya and we lost track

my your location and

a taxi. I'm not

arguing,

the shopping mall with Hendrix

due to their good looks that many customers in the mall

wasn't until we reached the entrance of the mall that we found that

peak hour, and with the weather like this... it would take a miracle for me to

go back by our car?" Wynn suddenly came up to me and tugged at the hem of my shirt. Before I could answer, he

remained silent and did not

adults and we wouldn't express our displeasure

about to refuse, I heard Hendrix's gruff voice coming from the opposite side. "I'll go and get the car.

looking over, I only saw his back

entrance with his car. It was a black Maybach, an indication of his noble