My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1965

"Just as long as you like it." Cyril patted Wynn's head. "It'll be troublesome for the two of you to go home by yourselves. I'll get someone to send you guys home."

Just as I was about to say that we had a driver outside, I saw someone walking towards us. I shrugged my shoulders. "It's convenient for us now."

The moment Cyril turned around, Hendrix and Evan were standing in front of him.

Freya nodded slightly. "You're here."

"It seems that the relationship between her and Hendrix wasn't a very friendly one. Calling him her "sugar daddy" was probably just a joke," I thought.

"Yes." Hendrix calmly replied. He glanced at Cyril, they greeted each other with a nod.

When Wynn saw Hendrix, a broad smile was plastered on his face. "Daddy!"

Hendrix didn't respond. Instead, he looked at the gift bag in Wynn's hand and asked, "What's that you're holding?"

While speaking, he took Wynn's hand, taking the bag from him at the same time.

He did all of this naturally.

"A small gift from Mr. Zimmer," I explained and smiled at Cyril, expressing my gratitude.

Cyril raised his chin arrogantly, looking very proud.

Hendrix shook the bag, and then turned to look at Cyril with a blank face. "Wynn still doesn't know how to control his screen time with microcomputers."

This was true. To Wynn, microcomputers were a close second to Hendrix and myself.

Cyril's eyes widened. "It's still wrapped up. How did you know it was a microcomputer?"

"You're trying to please him. What else could be more efficient than an electronic product?" Hendrix said monotonously, sounding slightly distant and disgusted.

Although his show of distrust was very subtle, anyone who knew him well could tell.

Cyril looked embarrassed. "It's just to make him happy. You don't have to be so uptight..."