My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1802

Aaron really saw Anne as his own daughter.

Shaking my head helplessly, I stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "When you can be as concerned about Carney, we'll talk about it then!"

With that, I went upstairs without waiting for his response.

When it was nearly eight o'clock, I received a call from Freya, who was about to head overseas for treatment. After chatting for a while, she hung up and boarded her plane. She was such a carefree person. She hoped that she could come back with some good news.

The next day, Aaron insisted on sending Anne to school with me.

We parked the car at the same intersection as before. Josiah's tall figure stood out amongst the group of children. He seemed particularly conspicuous. However, he dressed very plainly, and had some stubble on his face, he looked ten years older.

Anne hadn't seen him for several days, so she trotted over to him as soon as she got out of the car.

Josiah squatted down to welcome her. The two of them laughed and grinned, it was intimate and enviable. Aaron had a look of pure jealousy on his face.

As he watched Anne get along with Josiah, his face darkened with anger as if he wanted nothing more than to tear Josiah to shreds. He walked off while muttering something to himself, but from his expression alone, it didn't seem to be pleasant.

Josiah greeted us with a nod and a much humbler attitude.

I'd seen so much of that with Hendrix in those first few years. Whenever I thought of those schemes he had hidden beneath that kind face, my heart trembled uncontrollably.