My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1930

All of a sudden, I found myself unable to refute her question. The world was always changing. There were so many things we couldn't explain.

There might not even be a source for all the love and hatred we feel, but we'd never be able to ignore either of them.

"Madam Reid!" someone shouted.

Wynn's childish voice came from the door.

I turned around and saw Hendrix standing at the entrance of the room with the little sweetie pie.

He looked very excited as he grabbed Hendrix's arm and walked into the room. The weight of his small body was being held back by Hendrix's hands. Just a little push would have sent him flying. Hendrix, on the other hand, was very calm and cooperative. He walked slowly and appeared very composed.

I didn't expect to meet them in the same place twice. I was a little surprised as I asked, "Wynn, what are you doing here?"

"I got hungry, so Dad is taking me out to lunch!" Wynn replied. Then, he let go of Hendrix and rushed over to me.

Looking into Hendrix's cold eyes, I instinctively took a step back.

He remained expressionless as ever. He carefully looked at Freya and I, as thought he was a little surprised by our presence.

It took me a few seconds to remember Freya's confession. I looked at Wynn and my heart was overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions.

Is Wynn really my son?

And I was once... married to Hendrix?

Thinking of this, I looked towards Hendrix. For the first time, I seriously looked at him.

As I was inspecting him, I was certain I had never met this before in my life.

Also, personally speaking, he wasn't even my type.

He probably noticed that I was observing him, as he looked up as well and we locked eyes.

His eyes were just as cold as his appearance, which caused people to shudder when they looked at him.

Wynn looked just like him, but this little didn't have his father's aggression.

Evan arrived late, he was probably held up looking for a parking spot. When he saw Freya and I, he froze for a moment before nodding respectfully, "Greetings, Miss Reid, Miss Moore."

I nodded back at him.

Freya was surprised to see him. "Evan?" she gasped.

After that, she looked at Hendrix who was next to him in utter disbelief and confusion.

A moment later, the two of them exchanged glances in front of Hendrix, and seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Then, Evan stepped forward and said, "Sir, the private dining room is ready."

"Alright," Hendrix responded calmly and prepared to leave with his son. "Wynn."

"I want to eat with Madam Reid!" Wynn demanded as he rolled his eyes as he clutched my hand.

Hendrix narrowed his eyes without saying anything. He didn't answer him at all. After a moment of silence, he spoke through clenched teeth, "It's up to you." After saying that, he left the room.

This meant that he actually agreed to his child's request.

"Madam Reid, come with me..." Wynn pleaded. After getting permission, he dragged me along as he chased after Hendrix eagerly.

I've always been soft-hearted in front

of this little sweetie pie. Not long

after, I was brought into the private dining room that Evan had booked. Freya followed us, but she kept her distance and was whispering to Evan.

UMS

As soon as I sat down, Hendrix wagged his finger, signaling to Evan, and motioned him to take out the microcomputer that he had

prepared in a bag. Then, net

turned it on and handed it to Wynn. As though given a treat, Wynn held the device and then ran to sit on the sofa next to him. He began fiddling with it.