My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2107

Back then, that was how Monique persuaded me into letting her pursue her bar dreams.

Since she enjoyed it, I supported her. And since she enjoyed it, I sent her right up to Josiah's bed, but she had never once felt the feeling of being loved even after she was no longer around.

Even if everyone was already at peace, this stayed in my heart like a thorn, deep-rooted and permanent.

My eyes were blinded by a mist, and I was unable to differentiate between reality and illusion. As a mother, I should support my children in pursuing their dreams. It, however, felt as if an unknown force was pressuring and controlling me. I was completely helpless.

Perhaps Monique had the same thoughts as I did.

"I know what you're thinking."

Hendrix's deep and familiar voice drifted into my ears, and I gradually came back to my senses. The next second, his hand reached over and wrapped my entire hand in his palm. He pulled my hand over and placed it on his lap to fiddle with my fingers.

"Running a bar is, however, not as simple as you think. Putting aside the basic investment, the complicated connections hidden under the surface are difficult to be figured out in a short time. Why don't we have Mr. Clark ask around before we carry out a long-term discussion?"This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Anne was different from Aurelia. Aurelia was the type that would not stop until she got what she wanted. On the contrary, Anne was easy-going and she accepted things calmly. She said, "It's your call."

"Mm," Hendrix replied indifferently, "Since you're bored at home, and there happens to be a Cultural City project in the company, why don't you organize it on my behalf?"

"Sure." Anne's smile remained unwavered as if there was nothing to be sorrowful about. "But can I ask for help from Mr. Clark? Is that alright?"

She was talking about Josiah. After sending Anne back home, he had rented a house in Jarold City and visited the children every day, but he would not stay for long.

Hendrix agreed to it decisively, "It's your project. It's up to you."

He then pulled me back to my room and said a word of reminder to Anne, "If you need anything, just look for Mr. Clark." "I know. Thank you, Dad. Goodnight, Mom." "Goodnight," I responded in a daze, my voice only slightly louder than that of a kitten's as I let Hendrix drag me upstairs.

Hendrix locked the door and led me into the bathroom.

He began to unbutton my clothes without a word.

He turned on the shower and tested the water with his palm before he lifted the showerhead above my head.

Warm water streamed down my body, and his fingers rubbed back and forth against my head. In the numbness and warmth that gave me, I had forgotten to resist.

Wiping off the moisture on my body, Hendrix wrapped me in a towel and carried me back to the bedroom. He lifted the quilt and gently placed me on the bed. Then he went around and hugged me from behind.

With his body as soft as water, I leaned against him, snuggling in his arms.

"Why are you being so nice to me today?" I asked.

Hendrix's voice was somewhat hoarse as he responded, "Have I not been nice to you every day?"

"It's not the same." The corners of my mouth curled up into a weak grin, relieved and relaxed. "You always want to take advantage of me." "Then let's take it as a whim that I came up with today," Hendrix said as he adjusted his posture and buried his chin in my neck.

He probably got an inkling that I was about to collapse, which explained his silent gestures and actions that broke down the awakening monster in me, little by little.

What Hendrix wanted me to know was that even if I didn't say anything, as long as I was by his side, my troubles would resolve on their own.

Calmness led me to talk about Anne's decision at peace. "Do you plan on supporting Anne's idea to open a bar?"

Hendrix was not a sophisticated fox.

He never went back on his words and since he had not gone against the idea, it basically meant he was supportive of it.

"Arianna." He called out to me all of a sudden and took a deep breath.

"Hm?" I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Anne has the right to decide how she wants to live her life."