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

accommodating to

idea started to bug me. I could no longer sit comfortably. It was as

suddenly so considerate? Was this

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

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

did accommodate my

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

His appetite

traffic, the way home was exceptionally

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

time I saw him.

"Wynn."

get an uninterested response from him. His eyes never left the screen as his

walked behind Wynn and caressed his

at me with a grin. After greeting me insincerely, he went back

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

couldn't help but take a seat beside him and

a while, I found it to be very