My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1968

Hendrix narrowed his eyes. The corners of his mouth turned up into a wry smile, looking as though he had seen through me.

It was useless to continue being stubborn. So, I walked into the restaurant with a flushed face.

Hendrix sat in front of me and handed me the menu.

I widened my eyes in surprise. "Since when was he so kind?" I thought to myself.

I glanced down at the menu and said, "You order. I'm not a picky eater."

Hendrix didn't say anything and ordered a few simple dishes.

Hendrix had a lot on his mind. Therefore, while waiting for the food to be served, he didn't size me up as he usually does, which was really rare.

The food was served in no time. I put down my phone as my gaze swept around the table. I was surprised.

Half of the dishes were spicy.

I asked, "Do you like spicy food?"

Not too long ago, I made food for him that tasted bland, and he really enjoyed it. I thought to myself,

he eating spicy food for a

a thought

to my

I could no longer sit comfortably. It was as though thorns were growing out

was Hendrix suddenly so considerate? Was

I had fallen for his scheme, I heard Hendrix's

was a man of few words, but there was something about him that was very

accommodate my

uneasy throughout the dinner. I didn't even dare to look

calm. His appetite was also larger than what

rush hour traffic, the

the microcomputer Cyril gave him earlier today. He had a serious look on his face, just like the

time I saw him.

"Wynn."

out, only to get an uninterested response from him. His eyes never left the screen as his little fingers

behind Wynn and caressed his

Reid!" Wynn looked up at me with a grin. After greeting

in coding. In just a few hours, he was already able to operate the programming software skillfully on his new laptop. Coding was a really amazing

a seat beside him

I found