My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1286

However, when I turned around, she suddenly stopped me and said, "I thought you would talk to me!"

I hesitated for a moment, but I turned back to look at her. When I saw her black eyes, I was stunned for a moment before I said, "You're not cut out for business."

Once again, she nodded. "I know!"

I pursed my lips and looked at the painting in front of her. It seemed that the painting was not for the purpose of the bid, but rather leftover from the past. Someone probably felt it was beautiful, so they left it up on the wall. It looked a little sad, but it was still beautiful.

"Do you like the color black very much?" I asked. To tell the truth, I didn't want to come into contact with dark things anymore.

She nodded in response. After staring at the painting for a while, she looked back at me and raised her eyebrows. "Are you from the Roberts Group?"

I nodded. "Yes!"

"Oh," she said. "The man beside you is your husband. He's been treating you very well."

I pursed my lips and was not too surprised by her words.

I paused for a moment and lowered my head slightly. "He's there for me."

After a moment of silence, I looked at her and said, "In fact, you also know that business is not suitable for you. Since that's the case, why don't you do your own thing? The only thing in this world that can cure us is to be happy."

She smiled and said nothing.

After Hendrix and Rowane finished talking, they came out and saw me talking to Wendy. They frowned and seemed to be surprised at this. Catching sight of Hendrix, Wendy left without saying anything.

I stood on the spot, and Hendrix approached me. "Do you know her?" he asked, looking at me questioningly.

I shook my head and changed the subject. "Have you finished your discussion?"

He nodded and looked at me. "There is a celebratory dinner in the evening. Will you go with me?"

Because of what happened with Dahlia, he'd really asked me to follow him around 24 hours a day. I nodded and looked in the direction in which Wendy left. I had an undescribable feeling in my heart.

If a person had been through plastic surgery, when they see the scars of another; they would know that the other person did the same. Just like Wendy, when she saw me, she subconsciously knew that both of us were of the same nature: gloomy and depressed.

Depression can't be cured. It will only be slowly suppressed by time. We will find warmth and sunshine, and then fill the pit little by little to make ourselves seem normal again. Wendy was right. I was very lucky because I had met Hendrix. He was my sunshine.

But not every person was as lucky as me. I didn't know what Wendy had gone through, but the darkness and fear in her eyes told me that she was still struggling in the dark.

In the hotel.

At the party. I had been to a lot of these functions, normally just to eat. To be frank, these were often just networking events.

I didn't want to attend the banquet hosted by Oscar, but I was surprised that I would run into Tiago and Westin at the banquet.

We hadn't seen each other for a long time, but Tiago was still as crafty as ever. Perhaps the sun here was not as strong, so he looked a little fairer, but it was not much difference from when he was in Myanway.

He was wearing a formal suit and black-framed glasses. He was thin and small. Standing beside Oscar, he bowed and drank his wine. Westin was still dark, and his heavy-set body was standing in an unobtrusive position. He was eating the food on the plate. He was still as simple and honest as before, and he always loved food so much.