My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 2036

As the saying goes, a brief separation makes a couple feel like honeymooners. After being separated for six years, the treatment I received had me sleeping soundly until the afternoon of the following day.

The room was restored to its original state. The beds were together once again, and I was still in my pajamas. Whatever happened last night felt like a dream.

My back ached as I walked out of the bedroom with my hands on my waist. It was quiet in the corridor. I could see Anne and the others playing in the backyard through the window.

The two sisters were having a good time. Wynn and the housekeeper were under the shade and were playing on the microcomputer, immersed in their own little world.

There were sounds coming from the study. I decided to walk closer to it.

When I arrived at the door, I saw Hendrix and Aaron together in the room. They weren't fighting, which was rare. They were looking at the painting of a beach view from Jordan's art exhibition.

He had bought a frame for the painting and placed it in the center of the study. Aaron sat on the sofa next to him and would look up from time to time, but he was clearly uninterested in it.

Hendrix, however, paid very special attention to it. He stood in front of the frame with a solemn look on his face. Occasionally, his eyes would sharpen and sometimes, he would reach out his hand to touch the painting. It was as though he was trying to grasp the artist's emotions as they were creating this artwork.

After a while, Hendrix saw me and his eyes glimmered, "You're awake."

"Mmm," I entered the study and sat on the chair next to Aaron. I asked, "You insisted on buying this painting yesterday. Is there any special reason as to why?"

As I asked him this, I glanced over at Aaron, eagerly waiting for an answer.

Aaron suddenly said something completely unrelated. "A person can never truly be separated from their roots. I should take this chance to speak with some of the elders when they've arrived."

He seemed to be speaking very nonchalantly, but I could hear a trace of sadness in his voice.