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.

took me a few seconds to remember Freya's confession. I looked at Wynn and my heart

really

was once...

Hendrix. For the

him, I was certain I had never met this

he

observing him, as he looked up as well and we

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

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

for a parking spot. When he saw Freya and I, he froze for a moment before nodding respectfully, "Greetings,

back at

was surprised to see him.

who was next

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

and said, "Sir, the private dining

prepared to leave with his

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

at all. After a moment of