My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1978

I accompanied Wynn in the backseat while Hendrix sat in the front, each of us tacitly choosing to keep quiet about Aaron.

Wynn and I had endless topics to talk about whenever we were together. As soon as we got in the car, Wynn began to share about his time at school.

Suddenly, my mind drifted over to Aurelia while we were waiting for the traffic light, so I interrupted him and asked, "Wynn, you don't like the kids at school because you think they're boring, right? So, what if you had a sister who was also very childish, would you hate her as well?"

"Of course not." Wynn shouted back without any hesitation, "I will protect my sister and stay with her all the time, and I will never let her get bullied by other people!"

Despite his tender tone, he spoke firmly. Anyone can see how much he cared about his sister.

I rubbed his head and gave him a look of approval. "It's so amazing to see Wynn grow up and become a man!"

When I turned my head away, I caught a glimpse of Hendrix peeking at us from the rearview mirror.

When I noticed him, he quickly averted his gaze. All I could see in the mirror after that was his cold, frosty face.

condescendingly contemptuous and was also

Wynn about Aurelia. In other words, he probably felt that he had always had the rights to owning custody over

led the way while Wynn held on

servants greeted us respectfully, but

the building, I realized I had

all

down in the living room sofa, reading the newspaper and swiping on their phones, they weren't talking to each other. There was no interaction at

footsteps, Jennifer was the first to look up. When she spotted me, her eyes

front of me, just in time to stop us

aside, crossed her arms in front of

as he stood still, he

say gloomy, "Hendrix, seems like you've been much too busy lately. You must

anyone is

behind him. Evan came trotting through the door

a small token of appreciation prepared by the child's mother," Hendrix said

was confused as to when these items had been prepared. Could Hendrix have guessed that I would leave