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,

spicy food for a

a thought flashed across my

Hendrix accommodating to my taste in

idea started to bug me. I could no longer sit comfortably. It was as though thorns were growing out

Hendrix suddenly so considerate? Was this part

I was trying to figure out whether I had fallen for his scheme, I

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

accommodate my tastes

uneasy throughout the dinner. I didn't

other hand, was calm. His appetite was also larger than what I'd

rush hour traffic, the way

was playing with the microcomputer Cyril gave him earlier today. He had a serious look on his face,

time I saw him.

"Wynn."

response from him. His eyes never left the screen as his little fingers

Wynn and

Reid!" Wynn looked up at me with a grin. After greeting me insincerely, he went

just a few hours, he was already able to operate the programming

help but take a seat beside him and watch

I found it to be very