My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

As soon as the words left Hendrix's mouth, Irvin walked out of the kitchen. The atmosphere was so awkward that I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

This rich man not only had an unpredictable temper, but was also inept at socializing. How could he have a meal at someone else's house yet teach his child to ignore the host family?

I cradled my forehead and could not help but worry about the future of the young sweetie pie. With such a father, the child was sure to suffer a great deal in the future.

Thanks to Irvin's high level of tolerance, after a few seconds of confronting Hendrix, he took the initiative to look away, went back to the dining table, and sat down. He completely ignored the tense atmosphere "Come over and have a seat. Just make yourself at home, you don't have to be so stiff," I said as I walked over to the chair next to Irvin and took my seat while calling them over.

Irvin picked some food for me and ushered, "Have this. If I get off work late next time, you should eat first." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"It's okay, food tastes better when there are more people eating together," I assured him while grinning. I remembered that Wynn liked food that was sweet, so I placed a piece of sweet and sour pork into his bowl.

Wynn took the spoon and looked at the meat. He did not budge, and he turned his head to look at Hendrix innocently, as if waiting for instructions.

I could not tell if Hendrix was happy or upset about it. "She likes you, that's why she offered you food. You can eat it, you don't have to restrain yourself today," he said.

Wynn did not stop to think about his father's dignity as he asked, "But Daddy, you normally have an angry expression on your face..."

The little fellow said as he lowered his head and put the meat into his mouth silently. He ate very slowly, but he looked satisfied.

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He pulled out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and skillfully wiped it off

the piece of meat into Hendrix's mouth with a proud expression. "Dad, it's

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the atmosphere instantly grew