My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix looked at me and understood where I was coming from. He relaxed and asked again, "I don't need to know how you're going to clean up this mess. What I want to know is now that we've been sabotaged, what do you plan to do about it?"

Did he mean that Anne should retaliate?

Anne understood what he meant by this but felt clueless and confused. "Of course, we can't let this go easily, but by warning the staff, avoiding the gangsters and barring them from entry should be..." Hendrix took a deep breath, looked down, and asked, "Someone has just sabotaged us, yet you're letting them go just like that and are finding ways to be defensive instead? Who taught you to be like this? Aaron?"

That was uncalled for. Aaron would fight back and make them suffer at least ten times what they did to us. He wouldn't just accept this and keep quiet about it.

"No." Anne frowned and looked at the floor to avoid Hendrix's sharp gaze. She seemed to have some other concerns in her mind.

Hendrix asked, "What are you worried about?" After a moment of silence, she raised her head but didn't respond to Hendrix's question. Instead, she looked at me anxiously.

I didn't understand why she was staring at me, but I somehow felt like shifting my position. I tucked my hair behind my ears and asked, "Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" Hendrix looked like he had understood something and then asked directly, "You don't dare to fight back because of your mother?"

Anne nodded slowly, took out a photo from her pocket, and respectfully handed it to Hendrix.

Hendrix glanced at the photo and threw it to me with a blank expression on his face. He then crossed his legs, smiled, and asked, "What are you saying? Do you think I've betrayed your mommy and our family?"

our house. It was a photo of Hendrix and Andrea, but this time they were standing much closer

I could so that the children wouldn't get the wrong idea. I didn't know she had

and it was

and I'm in no position to judge or comment

see men having several girlfriends or partners even after getting married Anne grew up in a

her perspective, Hendrix and I loved each other, but he still

have believed

been a good person. Andrea was the one who stood between us and it wouldn't be surprising if

a very

innocence wouldn't do

here. So I looked at Hendrix, feeling rather helpless

that I

what to

problem that we've caused

his eyebrows and squinted his eyes, indicating for me to remain calm. He explained, "All I can tell you is that the photo is