My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 866

Hendrix noticed that I seemed to be in a bad mood. After talking for a bit more, he escorted me out of the villa.

Outside the main hall, Owen bid farewell to Pedro and was then helped into his car by a young man.

As Hendrix and I descended the stairs, we inadvertently looked at the young man who seemed familiar. At that moment, we couldn't remember where we had seen him before.

After the young man had gotten Owen into the car, he turned back to say goodbye to Pedro.

When I took in his cold, sharp features, I was suddenly reminded of who he was. He was the man who had saved me in Ucrebury.

Why was he there?

Was he a member of the Milton Family or was he working for the Milton Family?

"Let's go!" Hendrix's voice rang in my ears. I came to my senses and followed him to the car.

When I locked eyes with the man, he merely glanced thinly at me before he got in his car and left.

When we reached home, it was late and I was tired. We had a brief conversation before I retired to the bedroom.

I leaned on the sofa, feeling a little exhausted. Hendrix sat by my side, looking like he had something to say but he then thought better of it.

I stayed quiet as well. For the past few days, our interactions looked normal at first glance. He was still incredibly gentle and he took good care of me, and I still smiled at him with joy and want in my eyes. However, when it came down to it, things had changed and we were no longer the same. Compared to the previous uninhibited quarrelling and heartbreaking fights we had, somehow, our current state seemed even more unbearable.

"Arianna, we..." he said, before he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

He frowned at that, but he lowered his head and answered the phone anyway. His voice dull, he said, "What is it?"

I had no idea what the other person said, but Hendrix suddenly stood up, frown deepening as he said, "Don't panic yet. I'll drop by."

Then, he hung up on the call, looked at me apologetically as he said, "Arianna..."

"Go ahead!" I said, before he could speak. With an understanding smile, I continued, "Be careful when you drive. Don't be overly anxious. Whatever the problem is, try and deal with it calmly." Slightly astonished, he smiled. He kissed me on the face and said happily, "Alright!"

Then, he left.

I sat on the sofa for a long time, and it struck me that I hadn't spoken to Anne in some time.

I found myself getting up and going into Anne's room. For a five-year-old, she was more or less quite self-disciplined.

Her room was well organized, and she was at her desk, reading an extracurricular book. When she saw me, she smiled and ran towards me, saying, "Mom, did you go and see the little baby in the afternoon?" I smiled lightly, "Yes, who told you that?"

"Uncle Aaron told me this morning when he called."

I smirked. Well, well, Aaron was quite well-informed after all.

Sitting on the bed with her in my arms, I looked at her and said, "Anne, Mom might need to go away for a few days. Do you want to follow Mr. Roberts or do you want to stay with Uncle and Grandpa?"

She looked at me with her head tilted, confused,

"Don't you want to take me with you?"

"Anne, you have to go to school. You can't always follow me to wherever I go. Uncle, Grandpa, and Mr. Roberts will take care of you if you stay in Jarold City."

She frowned, "I want to follow you on your adventures, though."

"Anne!" I said gravely, "You'll have to wait till the holidays to travel with me. Last time, we already applied for a day's leave to visit the graveyard. Children are like adults. Everyone has their own duties to carry out. Just like Mr. Roberts who has to go to work every day, you also have to go to school, do you understand?"

At times like that, when she knew that I was angry, Anne would not continue to argue with me. Instead, after a moment of silence, she said, "Mom, I will listen to everything you say."