My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2083

I knew very well who he was trying to earn redemption for, our first child, Monique.

Hendrix was obsessed with revenge and was very stubborn back then. But who knew the kind of torment he had been suffering through?

No one could tell how one wrong choice would affect a person's life. Fate had allowed us to cherish another day of living and chose not to punish us for our past mistakes.

Taking a deep breath, I walked up to him, stood on my toes, and kissed him.

Hendrix looked like he had been struck by lightning. He raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips with a look of disbelief.

"Just a small prize." I looked at him, trying to make my smile seem enthusiastic, "It's a reward for being honest. Once you've really reconciled with yourself, the reward will be even more generous, Mr. Roberts."

It's not that Hendrix didn't want to hide from me, it's that he couldn't.

In those days where we had missed out on each other, we were, more or less, guilty for doing so. No one was better than the other, and we had no right to decide for either of us to be tortured and punished forever, but we did have the right to choose whether to reconcile or not.

Back then, I used to compete with Hendrix, Andrea, and even fate, but in the end, all I did was make myself look bad. I can see clearly now, that time can take away everything that didn't belong to me. Whether I fought or not, it wouldn't change a thing. All we should do is take good care of ourselves. This was the best way to cherish the people that were worthwhile.

Hendrix licked his lips as though he were tasting the kiss. Then he suddenly reached out and pulled me over.

When I came to, I was already locked in his arms. We looked at each other. His eyes were filled with passion and affection. "I'll be collecting some interest then."

After being dumbfounded for a moment, I struggled to get up. "There's no such thing, urn..."

I had forgotten once again. To me, this man never abided by the rules.

Forget it, it was useless to struggle. Best to just let...

It was almost nine o'clock and we had all just finished dinner. Aurelia didn't want to go upstairs to sleep. She absent-mindedly looked at the door with a doll in her hand.

As her mother, I knew that she was waiting for Neal.

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I nudged Hendrix and gestured for him to get Aurelia to go upstairs to sleep. No matter how long she waited, Neal would never appear again after all. It was best to get her back to her daily routine as soon as

possible.

A quick look, Hendrix got the signal. He put down the tablet in his hand and said indifferently, 'Aurelia Reid, what time is it?"

She jumped and looked down at her watch on her wrist. "It's 8:57pm."

It was only three minutes away from her bed time, but she wasn't paying attention to that. In fact she had completely ignored it. Hendrix began to sound more serious. "Hmm?"

Aurelia felt a chill in his tone. She quickly stood up, hung her head down, and began to pack up her toys.

I was speechless at how slow she was moving. It would be dawn by the time she was done packing up her toys.

So I ruthlessly interrupted her

attempt to delay her bed time. "It's alright, pack up the toys later. Now head upstairs and follow Anne to wash up. Then go to bed. ll come up and tell you a story

later."

"No!"

Aurelia suddenly shouted out loud, which startled all of us.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Realizing that she had done something wrong, she quickly lowered her head and bit her lip as she murmured, "Neal hasn't come home yet. I said that I would wait for him Mommy, daddy, I'm not sleepy yet Can't we wait just a little longer..."