My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1990

Wynn was very familiar with father's temper. When he saw Hendrix pulling a long face, the rice balls in his hand suddenly became tasteless. He put down his food, pouted, looked pitifully at Hendrix, and waited for him to speak.

But unexpectedly, Hendrix didn't lose his temper. He looked down at the rice balls and then silently turned back into the kitchen. Walking inside, the atmosphere in the kitchen calmed down.

As soon as he left, Wynn and Aurelia immediately broke away. The siblings held the tray of rice balls, returned to their toys that were scattered all over the ground and played happily.

The quiet villa had turned very lively, with the mixture of Hendrix cooking in the kitchen and the children's laughter.

I grinned happily. This was the peaceful lifestyle that I had been pursuing for half of my life.

If the accident hadn't happened six years ago, the twins wouldn't have been separated. As parents, we owed them for the fact that they had lived apart for so long.

Suddenly realizing something, I turned to Aaron and asked, "How is Anne? Is she alright?"

If I remembered correctly, it was time for Josiah's appointment. If nothing unexpected happened, Anne should be a cheerful little girl now.

"Don't worry about that. But I do have something to tell you, Arianna." Aaron crossed his legs and adjusted himself into a more comfortable position. Leaning on the sofa, he suddenly turned serious.

This made me a little uncomfortable. "You don't have to hesitate around me. Spit it out."

Aaron nodded. He looked at the ground and pondered for a moment. Then he looked up into my eyes and said seriously, "Me and Emma, we have a child. A three-year-old child."