My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1959

His sparkly eyes and childish voice had me smitten.

When I looked at Hendrix's malicious face, I realized that even though his facial features were handsome, he most certainly was a playboy.

In comparison, his child, who was holding on to me, was perfect.

Thinking about this, I didn't bother about being elegant. I tried my best to break free from Hendrix. As soon as I got free, I squatted down and kissed Wynn on the face. "Wynn, you're the best!"

To rile Hendrix up, I deliberately kissed him loudly.

Then, I swaggered over to the bedroom.

Behind me, Wynn hadn't give up and continued standing on his tiptoes coquettishly towards Hendrix. "Daddy, I want you to hug me like Madam Reid did!"

Hendrix replied calmly, "Madam Reid?"

Wynn pouted. "Yeah! Madam Reid, hugs please!"

you sure?" Hendrix said in a

moment of silence passed, then Wynn

entire corridor

listened to the father and son getting along, I couldn't help but smile.

on the bed, I thought about the pile of documents from

So, I called Freya.

that I

my emotions from being called "Arianna" and kept calm. "I have

know." I heard the

and decided to be more indirect. "About Hendrix, what

a problem. When I was with him, I would always be passive. If I wanted to take

the line, Freya was silent for a moment and didn't answer

aware of my intentions and felt a little guilty about it. "If it's not convenient for you to say so, it's fine." "No," Freya said solemnly. "It's just that my understanding of Hendrix isn't as clear as yours. You're the one who understands him best. Most of the time, outsiders like us don't know what he's up to. I can't give an

tell me." I breathed out a

a while, Freya came up with a conclusion. "He is incredibly talented, and is very insightful, but he does love you. When you're in danger, he gets

ability to recognize pretentious

batches is really lacking..."

the country, he was very capable and had vision. There was no