My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1964

"Forget it. One is enough. Plus, I don't want to have anything to do with men anymore." Freya smiled faintly. "We're talking about you. Don't change the subject."

Just like that, we went back to talking about me. "You two have been involved with each other for so many years. It'd be great if you were able to find love and your memories again, but if there's no going back to how things were before, then you have to think about yourself and the child. The Marshall family knows that you're still alive. They will not let things be..."

Some things didn't need to be explained. I could tell what kind of people the Marshall family were just from how the treated Jennifer.

However, I was pretending to be Arianna just for the sole purpose of regaining custody of Hendrix's child. This was a good thing for the Marshall family. There was no reason for them to be upset.

"I haven't thought about these things yet. Hendrix's plan is to get his daughter back," I responded casually.

Freya was stunned for a moment. "What about you? Do you agree with his plan?"

I caught the surprise in her eyes. I pursed my lips as I thought about this. Then, I said, "Mothers should be there with their children as they grow up. I've already missed six whole years of that. I don't want to miss anymore."

Upon hearing that, Freya lowered her head and fell into deep thought. Silently, she picked up her coffee and sipped it.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

a smile. It seemed that she had just figured something out. "There are some things that we have to experience ourselves to know what it feels like. Since you feel it is right to file

was taken aback by

the Reid family had

haven't they looked for her in the past six years and why did

Freya was

listening about something only

you so much. I'd have experience it to know

listening to an adult conversation, as

Wynn up and asked,

hand and held my pinky with

smiled at each other, and together, we

the hall, Cyril appeared out of nowhere with a gift bag in his hand.

nicer to me?" Cyril complained. He then turned around and bent down. He had a gentle smile on his face. "Little guy, here's a small gift I've prepared for you it's the latest microcomputer. Yours is an old one.