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.

few seconds to remember Freya's confession. I looked at

Wynn really

I was once... married to

this, I looked towards Hendrix. For the

certain I

he wasn't even

that I was observing him, as he looked up

cold as his appearance, which caused people to shudder

just like him, but this little didn't have his

up looking for a parking spot. When he saw Freya and I, he froze for a moment before nodding

back

see him. "Evan?" she

that, she looked at Hendrix who was next to him in utter

two of them exchanged glances in front of Hendrix,

and said, "Sir, the private

prepared to

demanded as he rolled his eyes as he clutched my

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