My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1961

While I was dressing him, Wynn said, "I don't like school. The children are all so childish. They don't even know what a settlement is..." I nodded absent-mindedly, but I secretly felt shocked. This kid knew nothing about self-care but was so well versed in computer science. In fact, I didn't understand anything about the things he was talking about!

I was worried that my IQ would be put in question, so I quickly pushed him out. "Hurry up now. Don't be late!"

As soon as we walked to the door, we bumped into Hendrix, who was heading out for work.

We looked at each other, and I was stunned on the spot. The atmosphere felt a little awkward.

"Mr Facism!" Wynn was in a very good mood. He ran straight towards Hendrix and turned around haughtily. "Madam Reid put this on for me!"

"Mm." Hendrix didn't seem to mind him referring to me that way. He replied and raised his head to look at me, his expression was indifferent. "Its Sunday today." "Oh." I was still mad at him over what had happened earlier this morning and said grumpily, "So?"

"So he doesn't have to go to school today."

I was speechless. I looked at Wynn helplessly, expressing my awkwardness from being tricked with the aggrieved look on my face.

But Wynn didn't understand me. He thought that I was just making a funny face. He winked at me with a smile and giggled.

I rolled my eyes secretly. There was probably going to be a lot more of this in the future.

remembered my appointment with Freya, so I

asked, "Where

think he might have

pondered with his eyes closed. He looked straight ahead and said slowly, "I'll be traveling to a neighboring city this afternoon. You have to stay with

bring Wynn along?" Or

Hendrix would allow his son to travel alone with a woman whom he had only

tell whether I was Arianna or simply

Hendrix's eyes flashed with

impatience. He then said

"You're not going

along? Are you going to leave him

I meant..." I explained hastily.

get the driver and the car

Wynn had found his microcomputer and

always so narcissistic?

at an angle. From my perspective, he looked quite

smiled, squatted down in

and asked seriously, "Your