My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1969

I glanced at the clock on the wall. "Ten o'clock. What about it?"

Hendrix shot me a cold look before walking up the stairs.

It was only then that I realized that usually at this hour, Wynn was already soundly asleep.

He was thinking about the kid, but the way he expressed it was simple and crude, which made people unhappy.

"Can't he speak properly?" I asked silently.

Suddenly, I felt a tug at my sleeve. I looked down and found that Wynn was looking at me. "Madam Reid, I want to play with my computer for a little while more to finish coding the program."

"How do I tell him, a silly kid with a high IQ, that I would like that as well, but we have to follow the rules?"

After thinking for a moment, I sighed and squatted in front of Wynn. I explained, trying my best to treat him as an adult, "Wynn, it's already very late. I'm tired. The data in the computer won't disappear, but if you don't get enough sleep, you won't grow tall, and won't be able to protect the person you want to in the future. So let's wash up and get some sleep now. Well finish up the rest tomorrow, okay?"

Wynn nodded his head. "Okay."

"What a good boy!"

Although I had spent several days with Wynn, his obedience still surprises me.

The next day.

It was Monday. The family got up very early in the morning. After having breakfast, Hendrix went to work, dropping Wynn off at school on the way. I was the only one left in the huge house.

Feeling bored to death, I picked up a gardening tool and went to the front yard to prune the plants with the servants.

While pruning, I couldn't help but think of Irvin and his wife. When I had searched for information about him, I didn't find anything about his marriage. I wondered what had happened between them.

Suddenly, I heard a husky voice behind me. "Arianna."

The voice was very soft, but I could hear the sadness in it. My heart sank the moment I heard it. I turned around instinctively.

The voice belonged to a man in a

white suit. He was standing on the

stone road in the yard, and beside t

him was a little girl who looked

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about Wynn's age. She wore al beautiful dress and a small tiara. Her eyes were bright and lively.

The father and daughter looked like they had come straight out of a fairy tale.

The man had perfect facial features. However, his eyes were dark, and his face looked to be in a complicated mess of emotions. Joy, fatigue, relief, and helplessness.

I didn't know if it was because women were outstandingly empathic, but when our eyes met, I couldn't help feeling sad for him. "Do we know each other?" I knitted my brows, afraid that I would upset them.

"It's me." The man was trying his best to suppress the emotions that

he had welled up within. d

himself down before saying,t's me, Aaron."

He paused for a moment. Tears were welling up in his eyes. "You've really forgotten me?" he asked, forcing out a smile.

Aaron?

What a familiar name.

I looked at him, then at the little girl beside him. Suddenly, I realized.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

He was one of the Reids, one of Arianna's family members. There was a picture of him in the material Hendrix gave me, but because of his beard, I couldn't recognize him at first.

According to Hendrix's plan, Aaron and I would be going against each other for custody over the children.

However, for some reason, a feeling of regret arose inside me as I looked at them.

Regret for agreeing to Hendrix's request, to pretend to be "Arianna" to separate them from each other.