My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1968

Hendrix narrowed his eyes. The corners of his mouth turned up into a wry smile, looking as though he had seen through me.

It was useless to continue being stubborn. So, I walked into the restaurant with a flushed face.

Hendrix sat in front of me and handed me the menu.

I widened my eyes in surprise. "Since when was he so kind?" I thought to myself.

I glanced down at the menu and said, "You order. I'm not a picky eater."

Hendrix didn't say anything and ordered a few simple dishes.

Hendrix had a lot on his mind. Therefore, while waiting for the food to be served, he didn't size me up as he usually does, which was really rare.

The food was served in no time. I put down my phone as my gaze swept around the table. I was surprised.

Half of the dishes were spicy.

I asked, "Do you like spicy food?"

Not too long ago, I made food for him that tasted bland, and he really enjoyed it. I thought to myself,

"Is he eating spicy food for a change?"

Just then, a thought flashed across my mind.

"Is Hendrix accommodating to my taste in food?"

That idea started to bug me. I could no longer sit comfortably. It was as though thorns were growing out of my chair.

Why was Hendrix suddenly so considerate? Was this part of his scheme?

While I was trying to figure out whether I had fallen for his scheme, I heard Hendrix's deep voice saying, "Yes."

Hendrix really was a man of few words, but there was something about him that was very attractive.

He did accommodate my tastes before.

I felt uneasy throughout the dinner. I didn't even dare to look up.

Hendrix, on the other hand, was calm. His appetite was also larger than what I'd seen before.

After avoiding the rush hour traffic, the way home was exceptionally smoother.

In the living room, Wynn was playing with the microcomputer Cyril gave him earlier today. He had a serious lookon his face, just like the first

time I saw him.

"Wynn."

I called out, only to get an uninterested response from him. His eyes never left the screen as his little fingers flew across the keyboard.

I walked behind Wynn and caressed his hair.

"Madam Reid!" Wynn looked up at me with a grin. After greeting me insincerely, he went back to his microcomputer.

The little guy was very talented in coding. In just a few hours, he was already able to operate the programming software skillfully on his new laptop. Coding was a really amazing skill.

I couldn't help but take a seat beside him and watch silently.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

After a while, I found it to be very interesting.

Hendrix knew Wynn like the back of his hand. He knew that Wynn wouldn't move once he started on his microcomputer. He didn't say anything and went upstairs straightaway.

About twenty minutes later, Wynn said excitedly, "Madam, I'll show you something fun really soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand reached out from the side and slammed the microcomputer shut.

Wynn and I looked up at the same time and saw Hendrix's blank face.

"Go upstairs and wash up. Break time is over," Hendrix said sternly, not giving him any room for negotiations.

Wynn pulled a long face. Although he was very unwilling, there was nothing he could do to retort when it came to Hendrix. "Fine," he muttered, and stood up.

I, however, was slow to grasp the

situation. I wasn't aware of whose territory I was in. I jumped out of my

at and shouted, "Why did y

close his laptop?"

This was a crucial moment. He was about to see the results of all his hard work, but got cut off just like that. How infuriating!

I was baring my teeth at him, whereas Hendrix was still expressionless. Indifferently, he asked, "What time is it right now?"