My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1873

After the funeral, we had to return to Jarold City.

Hendrix was the only one left of the Roberts family. The villa that Uncle Trent had left behind was the same as the old one. Most of the servants were dismissed, leaving only a few to guard the house.

The Roberts Mansion was completely empty.

When we left, Hendrix sat in the car and looked at the building that he had grown up in. His gaze was solemn and lonesome. I held his hand and leaned against his shoulder as I waited quietly. A few minutes later, he ordered Evan to drive, "Let's go."

As Johannes was still alive, his plan of vengeance turned into a joke. Hendrix no longer had any misgivings and took the same flight with me.

As expected, when we arrived at the airport, the paparazzi had the entrance tightly blocked. Evan and his bodyguards escorted us through, but moving was still difficult.

"Mr. Roberts, you've brought Miss Reid back to the country. Does this mean there's still hope for the relationship between you two?"

"Mr. Roberts, has your engagement with Miss Forbes been canceled?" "Do the two of you have plans to get married again? Are you two remarrying because of your children?"

"Mr. Roberts, will you reconsider collaborating with Forbes Group this time?"

"It is rumored that Mr. Roberts has many lovers. Miss Reid has been in love with you for the longest time, but Mr. Roberts, why..."

When this sentence was heard, Hendrix, who was originally supercilious, suddenly stopped and glanced coldly at the reporters who were relentless with their questions. His gaze gave off a frightening, ice-cold aura.

It was easy for a person who had just lost his loved ones to lose control of his emotions. I was afraid that he would lose it in public, so I quietly urged him, "Hendrix, don't."

After we got off the plane, I refrained from having any physical contact with Hendrix. Even as I was pleading with him not to lose control, I was doing it through my gaze.

I didn't do this for other reasons. I just wanted to keep to a low profile so as to not irritate Serene. Freya had reminded him that people like Serene might be angered by embarrassment if she found out that she had been fooled.

When Hendrix heard my voice, the grim look on his face instantly dissipated. He turned his head and looked at me with a gentle and affectionate expression. The reporters next to him immediately raised the camera in their hands, aiming it at us.