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.

to remember Freya's confession. I looked

Wynn really my

I was once...

Hendrix. For the

was certain I had never met

he wasn't even

I was observing him, as he looked up as

as cold as his appearance, which caused

like him, but this little didn't

he saw Freya

back at

surprised to see him. "Evan?"

who was next to him in utter disbelief and

in front of Hendrix,

forward and said, "Sir, the

calmly and prepared to leave with his son.

Madam Reid!" Wynn demanded as he rolled his eyes as he clutched

moment of silence, he spoke through clenched teeth, "It's up to you." After