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.

confession. I looked at Wynn and my heart was overwhelmed with a mixture

really

was once... married to

I looked towards Hendrix. For the first

I had never met this

speaking, he wasn't

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

just as cold as his appearance, which caused people to shudder when

this

arrived late, he was probably held up looking for a parking spot. When he saw Freya and I, he froze for a moment

nodded back at

was surprised to see him. "Evan?"

who was next

later, the two of them exchanged glances in front of Hendrix, and seemed to have reached some kind

forward and said, "Sir, the

prepared to

want to eat with Madam Reid!" Wynn demanded as he rolled

anything. He didn't answer him at all. After a moment of silence, he spoke through