My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 2008

What was going on?

He couldn't remember anything, except the fight for custody over the kids?

Thinking that everything he had done until now was fake, I got a little angry and asked rather harshly, "Why are you reading this?"

Hendrix stopped eating and asked, "Why is my daughter's name in her uncle's family register?"

Only then did I understand what he was doing. I was stunned for a moment and then realized that he was just figuring a way to get back at Aaron.

After a brief moment of silence, Hendrix continued, "I can't remember the details of what happened before and I don't want to go too deep into it. But now that we're reunited, it's time to live a normal life. I'l accompany you to prepare the documents and register Aurelia under our household. I'll take care of her myself so that outsiders won't have to anymore."

Outsiders? Was he talking about Aaron?

He had taken care of Aurelia for six years and treated her as his own daughter. People would often say that a man's jealousy was much worse than a woman's. This was clearly very true.

Even though he had lost his memories, Hendrix was still quite arrogant. As an in- law, he had offended his brother-in-law and was now planning to fight for custody rights over the slightest disagreement.

It was like seeing a young, high-spirited Hendrix again. He was like a lone wolf who had gone through many hardships walking out in the snow. He was radiating a strong sense of ownership over his territory and belongings. Even his eyes were filled with wild ambition.

Fearing that he truly hated Aaron, I reminded him that his father was the one who called the shots and he had agreed to giving up custody over Aurelia. Aaron didn't do anything wrong.

When I said this, Hendrix didn't know how to respond. He seemed to have slowed down and didn't seem to enjoy the pasta as much as he did earlier.

There was usually nothing more to say in these kinds of situations, and this was no exception.

People could lose their memories, but they would still be independent individuals. They could still tell between good and bad. It was very clear to him that he had no right to ask for things that he had voluntarily given away.

Hendrix promptly finished his food and placed the bowl down. He switched off the computer screen and looked up at me blankly. "Satisfied?"

He simply sat on his chair, with the corners of his mouth stained with some of the sauce from the pasta. But his face looked serious, as though he was still fighting internally in secret.

Having been in love for ten years, Hendrix was the best at arguing with me.

Was he exposing how despicable the Marshall family had been in the past six years just to irritate me?

The longer this man lived, the worse he became.

I didn't want to be childish. I glared at him before I left with the empty bowl.

As I headed down the stairs, I noticed that Jordan had actually found his way here.

He stood up when he heard my footsteps from the stairs. He greeted me with a gentle smile.

He was good-looking and moved gracefully. After six years, his good-tempered and charming facial expressions seemed to have been cemented onto his face.

I smiled faintly and said hello as I

walked down Why have you personally come all this way at such a late hour?" "Nothing much. I heard that Hendrix had resigned from the company, I suppose you two would have some free time. So, I came to invite the two of you to visit my gallery and to show some support." Jordan laughed.

As he said this, he took out an invitation card from the inner pocket of his suit and asked Wynn to pass it to me.