My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2007

"Sit down. Stop causing trouble or I won't give you any dinner!"

Hendrix never expected to be bossed around by a six-year-old girl like this. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked very impatient and helpless.

After being stuck in a daze for a moment, Aaron burst out laughing then picked up some food, and started to eat.

Aurelia had resolved the fight between these two men all by herself.

I didn't feel any sense of accomplishment for some reason. When I went to sit down, I started to make fun of Aaron. "You're much too happy for someone who just got scolded. You'll spoil Aurelia." Aaron placed his bowl down, still smiling, and sighed, "I just suddenly thought about Emma. She'd usually scold me like that, but I never expected Aurelia to have picked it up... Besides, what's wrong with spoiling her? I'd happily spoil my niece rotten! Any boys who want to pursue her will have to go through me first."

Hendrix's deep voice then drifted over. "The gender of a child is determined by God. There are very few families who have both a boy and a girl like me. Some people are destined to only have daughters, while others can only have boys. Kinship by blood cannot be understood by words alone."

Honestly, the things that Hendrix would say...

Amused by Aurelia, Aaron was now in a very good mood and didn't get mad at all. Instead, he placed some food on Aurelia's plate. "It doesn't matter. I don't care. All that matters is getting our names on the family register. Isn't that right, Aurelia?"

didn't know anything about family registers. All she knew was that the food her uncle had given her

so angry that he slammed his bowl down and left once again. But this time, probably from Aurelia's nagging, he had controlled

few steps up the stairs when Aurelia saw him. While she was chewing on some lobster meat she asked,

before answering, "He's already full." "Oh, Daddy

was feeling very down. He had obviously

to keep everything to himself. If things went on like this, sooner or later, he would explode from anger, like

Hendrix, especially in

what we're doing. You don't

wanted to go on, but he ignored me, so

Hendrix had shut himself in the study on the second floor

him a bowl of beef pasta.

Hendrix sitting down in front of his desk. The cold light emitting from the computer screen made his face look extremely

made some supper. I have extra, do you want

looked down and spoke brazenly, "Such heavy seasoning, are you sure