My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1952

Wynn frowned and was confused. "Why? That's not a good feeling. My father doesn't like it and neither do I."

I smiled and stretched out my hand to touch his shoulder as I explained, "People change. There will be many more moments like this as you grow older."

Hendrix probably never imagined that he would be jealous of a woman he'd brought home.

I felt much more relaxed as I thought of that.

Wynn led me inside as he talked. Compared to last time at the shopping mall, he was using more advanced words to describe things, he was clearly progressing well with his lessons.

A maid was waiting in the inner hall. When she saw us walk in, she took my luggage from the driver and greeted me respectfully, "Miss Reid, your room is ready. Please follow me." I nodded. "Sorry to trouble you so."

On the second floor, the maid stopped in front of a door of one of the many rooms. She pushed the door open and gestured us to go in. "Please come in."

I stretched out my neck and was surprised. "I'll be staying here?"

The maid nodded. "That's right. Master's orders. If you need anything, you can call for me."

After that, she left.

I led Wynn inside.

space. It was decorated in a modern style, which formed a

down on the sofa. Wynn was sticking very close

as his stepmother from now on, I was relieved to know that this kid is an absolute cutie no matter how you look at him. Ruffling his soft black hair, I couldn't help but

eyes curiously, pondered for a moment, then hugged me back. When he noticed that I wasn't resisting, he hugged my neck and stuck his small face close to me, refusing to let go. I sighed.

I was about to push him away, my

with you forever? I miss mommy so

in mid-air, and my heart suddenly

could a kid his age know about everything

put down my hand gently, patted him on

comfort him, "I Won'ttedet

e back, and

and noticed that

straight, pushed Wynn away and

jumped off the sofa, and rushed over to grab Hendrix's

face darkened as he

mischievously. He released his grip on Hendrix's leg and stood up. He greeted obediently,

Hendrix grunted gently as he picked