My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1928

As I thought of what happened during our meal the evening before, I muttered to myself, "Irvin doesn't seem to like Hendrix and his son."

"Haha... It'd be strange if he did," Freya said, laughing.

"What did you say?" I asked, not understanding what she meant by that.

"Nothing," she replied, changing the subject, "What do you think of his son?"

"He's a very interesting boy," I quipped. Thinking of Wynn, I could not help but squint my eyes and chuckle. "He even called me his mom in the past."

Freya's expression turned serious in an instant. She looked at me gravely and said, "You are his mother."

Silence overtook the room.

It was so quiet that even a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

It took a long time before I came to my senses. I opened my mouth and stammered, "Freya... you can't joke about this sort of thing."

I did not believe that what Freya had said was true.

She seemed to have expected my reaction as she collected her composure and added genuinely, "I swear, everything I said is true."

At that point, my heart finally began to waver and tip over like a scale overweight on one end.

Freya may be carefree, but when it came down to business, she never beat around the bush. I was just struggling to process this bizarre news that completely knocked the wind out of me.

Hendrix had never even declared the identity of Wynn's mother to the public. How could it be me?

Hendrix and I?

If that was the truth, then why would I be engaged to Irvin?