My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Anne bit her lip and drowned herself in her own thoughts.

Josiah had once been someone she highly respected and looked up to as her father and mentor. But in the blink of an eye, that man had become someone who had hurt her mother and herself. Everything was turned upside down and it was hard for her to accept all these facts so quickly.

At times like this, she needed to be alone to process things.

"Take your time to calm yourself down. If there's anything else you would like to know, you can ask me. Regardless of who you consider your real mother to be, you will always be my daughter. The Roberts will always be your family."

I took a deep breath to calm myself down then walked over to Hendrix. I was about to ask him to leave.

But he had been listening to our conversation the entire time. He turned around and placed his hand on my shoulder. He then smiled very faintly at me before returning to his usual blank face.

Hendrix looked at Anne and said, "I still hold great expectations of you. I hope you won't let us down."

After saying that, he then lifted his hand with some effort to signal to me to leave with him. I followed after him, moving further away from Monique's grave.

After walking a short distance away, I felt the impulse to turn around and look at Anne. Her thin frame was kneeling down at the gravestone, trembling.

I hated seeing her like this, my eyes welled up with tears. I didn't dare turn around again, so I quickly walked away.

After bringing me to the car, Hendrix ordered Evan to stay behind, "Look after Miss Moanna. You will serve her from now on."

startled for a moment before he respectfully accepted the task that was given to him, "Don't worry, Mr. Roberts. With me around, Miss Moanna will be safe." Hendrix patted

men was beyond

got into the driver's seat and started the

car drove past several trees as I leaned back on the leather seat. I

want to see me

care of her

Anne wanted to pretend

couldn't help pushing herself away from us. Whenever she was with us, she would

felt as though she was being cold to us, but as we came to learn, she

why he chose to treat Anne the way he did. I

angry?" he asked,

hold back any longer, "You've known all along that Anne had figured out her past, so why didn't you tell me? Why couldn't we have discussed

was very angry and rough, but I wasn't wrong to feel this way. I didn't mean to

anger at him.

usually try to solve problems as quickly as possible and think of the most effective method available. They often forget to address the emotional baggage that women carried with them during

had been much too aggressive and

around, stepped on the

much I can do or

understand." I