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?"

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

time, probably from Aurelia's nagging,

steps up the stairs when Aurelia saw him. While she was chewing on some lobster meat she asked, "Uncle, why is Papa not

"Oh, Daddy ate so little..." Aurelia didn't think too much about this and

do anything about it. Hendrix, who had lost his memory, was feeling very down. He had obviously been very angry

like this, sooner or later,

especially

how men banter. We know what we're doing. You don't

wanted to go on, but he ignored me, so I

himself in the study on the second floor and

he hadn't eaten anything, I made him a bowl of beef pasta. I added lots of spices because I knew he

in front of his desk. The cold light emitting from

some supper. I have extra, do you want some?" I

"Such heavy seasoning,