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."

worry, Mr. Roberts. With me around, Miss Moanna will be safe." Hendrix patted Evan's shoulder gratefully. He had worked very hard for him for many, many

between men was

the driver's seat

on the leather seat. I

might not even want

I had failed to take care of her only

Anne wanted

continue living her life with use but she couldn't help pushing herself away from us. Whenever she was with us, she would always hold

she was being cold to us, but as we

I still couldn't understand why he chose to treat Anne the way he did. I didn't want to pick a fight with him so I pretended

angry?" he asked,

out her past, so why didn't

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

anger at him.

most effective method available. They often forget to address the emotional baggage that

that he had been much too aggressive and stubborn towards Anne. He shouldn't behave like

he frowned. He turned the steering wheel around, stepped on the brake and steadily parked the car by the

much I can do

understand."