My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2014

Hendrix recognized Arianna the moment he saw her, even though she had changed a lot.

It was just that at the time, the only impression he had of "Arianna" was what Nathan had said about her being a fickle woman who had "abandoned her husband and her son". So when he opened his mouth, he threw an insult at her, "Not all women are suited for me."

This was the attitude he had for those who betrayed him. What's more was the fact that his son couldn't recognize his biological mother. He would never allow the woman who had left him and his child to return to his side after being apart for six years.

However, he didn't expect that Wynn would mention his coincidental encounter with his "mommy" at home. Hendrix ordered him to forget about that insignificant person, but he, himself couldn't help but recall her face from the window.

After returning to the Roberts Group, Hendrix was still thinking about what saw from the intersection. The more he thought about it, the more emotional he got, and always had control over his emotions. He clenched his fists and groaned painfully, it felt terribly suffocating for him.

Memories ran wild in his mind.

"Arianna, you've grown!"

"I agree to a divorce."

"Today is Grandpa's funeral!"

think too

"The child is gone..."

"Ah...!"

piercing pain pulsated from

dawn. The memories he had from the past decade had become

been holding a grudge on Arianna for the past

into the ceiling stiffly. He felt angry as his veins bulged from his forehead. His eyes turned bloodshot

"Useless trash!"

you're a piece

how much time had already passed. When his assistant knocked on the door, he got up from the ground and

reminded Hendrix of his current identity... the cash cow

spoke, an angry voice yelled out, "Get

an attempt to confirm what Hendrix had said, but all she saw were a

dropped

assistant trembled as she picked up the documents. Without even daring to turn

was quiet again. Hendrix didn't have a smile on his face at

had recovered most of

memories,