My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1983

There were so many things to figure out with everything that had happened in those six years.

For example, why was Irvin the first person I saw when I woke up? Why had he been missing for such a long time? And why did he become my fiance?

Why did the Reid and Moore families leave, while the Roberts took power?

And the written obituary, which could only be published by the family, how could that be made if Hendrix wasn't present...?

As I looked at him, I gripped the hem of my dress.

I was trying hard to stay calm.

Hendrix was the man I had once loved. In these six years, I wonder if Hendrix still loved me the way he did before, despite the tender "nurturing" of the Marshall family.

Hendrix was probably aware that he was being looked at, so he immediately turned his face away. He then said coldly, "That has nothing to do with you."

He placed one hand on the steering wheel and took another drag of his cigarette. He then said even indifferently, "Remember, you're just a stand-

in for Arianna."

smoke that contributed to his deep voice and despondent look. He seemed to be carrying a lot of secrets

that he had no intention of saying anything

who was pretending to be asleep. Besides, no one could force

hour, Hendrix finished

the cake he had missed at the mall from last time. As we passed by the mall,

my seat belt, Hendrix said faintly, "Just call someone to deliver it over to the house, what's

brief pause, I looked up

him, "Because a gift means a lot more when you've gone to

it's not your

I expect

I

genius, Hendrix, too understand

I'll go in by myself, you can

out of the car. A burly figure followed close

I could see was Hendrix's haughty

you said this was

at me and replied, "My

His overconfidence rendered