My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 2107

Back then, that was how Monique persuaded me into letting her pursue her bar dreams.

Since she enjoyed it, I supported her. And since she enjoyed it, I sent her right up to Josiah's bed, but she had never once felt the feeling of being loved even after she was no longer around.

Even if everyone was already at peace, this stayed in my heart like a thorn, deep- rooted and permanent.

My eyes were blinded by a mist, and I was unable to differentiate between reality and illusion. As a mother, I should support my children in pursuing their dreams. It, however, felt as if an unknown force was pressuring and controlling me. I was completely helpless.

Perhaps Monique had the same thoughts as I did.

"I know what you're thinking."

Hendrix's deep and familiar voice drifted into my ears, and I gradually came back to my senses. The next second, his hand reached over and wrapped my entire hand in his palm. He pulled my hand over and placed it on his lap to fiddle with my fingers.

"Running a bar is, however, not as simple as you think. Putting aside the basic investment, the complicated connections hidden under the surface are difficult to be figured out in a short time. Why don't we have Mr. Clark ask around before we carry out a long-term discussion?"

Anne was different from Aurelia. Aurelia was the type that would not stop until she got what she wanted. On the contrary, Anne was easy-going and she accepted things calmly. She said, "It's your call."

"Mm," Hendrix replied indifferently, "Since you're bored at home, and there happens to be a Cultural City project in the company, why don't you organize it on my behalf?"

"Sure." Anne's smile remained unwavered as if there was nothing to be sorrowful about. "But can I ask for help from Mr. Clark? Is that alright?"

She was talking about Josiah. After sending Anne back home, he had rented a house in Jarold City and visited the children every day, but he would not stay for long.

Hendrix agreed to it decisively, "It's your project. It's up to you."

He then pulled me back to my room and said a word of reminder to Anne, "If you need anything, just look for Mr. Clark." "I know. Thank you, Dad. Goodnight, Mom." "Goodnight," I responded in a daze, my voice only slightly louder than that of a kitten's as I let Hendrix drag me upstairs.

Hendrix locked the door and led me into the bathroom.