My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1953

"Wynn!"

It was a pity that I wasn't able to stop Wynn.

After blurting that out, Wynn proudly said, "Madam Reid said it first!"

I was speechless.

Hendrix cast a meaningful look at me. You can imagine what he was thinking of at this moment.

I kept my head down and pretended to tidy up my clothes. I also looked around the room, trying to avoid their gazes.

A moment later, Hendrix whispered, "Call her Mommy from now on."

"Mommy?"

Wynn pouted and grabbed Hendrix's collar. Unexpectedly, he began to speak very seriously. "Do I have to pretend that she's my mother?"

This made me feel pretty guilty.

Children usually weren't very good at lying. No matter how much he liked me, his relationship with his biological mother would always come first. I could never replace her.

Although Wynn was only six years old, he was still quite sensible and had a basic understanding of things.

He hoped for me to stay because he knew that sooner or later, someone would become the next Mrs. Roberts. He wasn't really willing to accept a new mother.

There was still a long way to go to get him to accept me and to grow closer to him.

I had to take things slow.

After a brief moment of silence, I pulled myself together. Serene had spent years of effort doing the same thing only to still be given the cold shoulder. How could I succeed overnight?

I walked forward and took Wynn from Hendrix's arms. "I'll cook you some of your favorite dishes for dinner tonight, okay?"NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

"Okay!" A child was still a child after all. At the very mention of food, he had forgotten about everything else.

After dinner, I went upstairs to take a warm bath.

While I was blow drying my hair, I heard a text message notification, so I put down the hairdryer and went to check my phone that I left in my room.

I don't have many friends except for Freya and Irvin. They must have something important to discuss with me.

As I walked back to my room, I

looked up and saw Hendrix in the living space in my room. His upper body was bare while he had a towel wrapped around his abdomen. He was drinking a glass of red wine at the bar.

He was staring blankly into space. It seemed that he hadn't noticed me.

I thought to myself... "At his age, he still maintains a good physique. He's quite sexy..."

When I finally came back to my

senses, Hendrix was already standing in front of me, his strong chest pushing towards my own. His dark eyes looked down at me. "Have you seen enough?" Content belongs

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I shrank my neck back and leaned backwards. My face was heating up uncontrollably. I couldn't speak properly either, "I didn't..."

Suddenly something came to my mind. I straightened my back and said confidently, "Why are you in my room?"

Hendrix looked down at me and said emotionlessly, "This is my bedroom."

"Impossible," I replied. "Although it's my first time here, I remember clearly that at the first turn upstairs is..."

Halfway through, I suddenly noticed something was wrong.

This room seemed to be located in a very prime location, perfect for the head of a family.

"You..." I looked up and pointed at Hendrix in surprise. "You deliberately told your staff to bring me to this room didn't you?"

Hendrix raised his eyebrows and didn't respond. It was a tacit admission.

I felt embarrassed and annoyed. I quickly moved away from him and said, "Wait, something must be wrong."

I turned around and looked at his

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innocent-looking face. I was very confused. "As I recall, I've only promised to pretend to be your fiancee for you to gain custody of Wynn. I'm not going to actually marry you, am I?"

Before I entered this house, I thought that both of us had reached a mutual agreement, I had signed the contract without reading it properly.

Hendrix narrowed his eyes and curled his lips upwards. "What do you think?"