My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

All of a sudden, I found myself unable to refute her question. The world was always changing. There were so many things we couldn't explain.

There might not even be a source for all the love and hatred we feel, but we'd never be able to ignore either of them.

"Madam Reid!" someone shouted.

Wynn's childish voice came from the door.

I turned around and saw Hendrix standing at the entrance of the room with the little sweetie pie.

He looked very excited as he grabbed Hendrix's arm and walked into the room. The weight of his small body was being held back by Hendrix's hands. Just a little push would have sent him flying. Hendrix, on the other hand, was very calm and cooperative. He walked slowly and appeared very composed.

I didn't expect to meet them in the same place twice. I was a little surprised as I asked, "Wynn, what are you doing here?"

"I got hungry, so Dad is taking me out to lunch!" Wynn replied. Then, he let go of Hendrix and rushed over to me.

Looking into Hendrix's cold eyes, I instinctively took a step back.

He remained expressionless as ever. He carefully looked at Freya and I, as thought he was a little surprised by our presence.

Freya's confession. I looked at Wynn and my heart was overwhelmed with

Wynn really

was once...

I looked towards Hendrix. For the

I was inspecting him, I was certain I had never met

he wasn't even

that I was observing him, as he looked up as well and we locked

cold as his appearance, which caused people to shudder when they looked at

him, but this little didn't have his father's

late, he was probably held up looking for a parking spot. When he saw

back

to see him. "Evan?" she

Hendrix who was

moment later, the two of them exchanged glances in front of Hendrix,

said, "Sir, the

Hendrix responded calmly and prepared to

eat with Madam Reid!" Wynn demanded as

his eyes without saying anything. He didn't answer him at all. After a moment of silence, he spoke through clenched teeth, "It's up