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My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 273

Since receiving the porcelain, Yohannes had been holding it dearly. His smile never dropped, and he mannerly said, "Thank you both for keeping me in mind!"

"Hendrix has always been like this," Nerissa beamed. "Now that he's about to become a father, he's behaving even more like a grownup."

Hendrix smiled softly and replied, "Actually, I almost forgot about it when I came here. Fortunately, Arianna had reminded me."

I was stunned at Hendrix's reply. I only knew about the dinner not long ago, let alone knowing that he had prepared a gift. However, it wasn't wise to disprove Hendrix. So, I stayed silent.

Yohannes put the porcelain back into the gift box and passed it to Nerissa, emphasizing its importance to him, "Keep it well!"

Then, he looked at me and asked, "The baby is due soon, right? You're such a thoughtful child. I trust that you've already made arrangements with the hospital? It's better to be over-prepared than to be under-prepared when it comes to childbirth."

I nodded, "Yes, Uncle Yohannes. It's all well-arranged. Hendrix has made the preparations early."

Nerissa smiled and said, "Don't worry, Yohannes. Hendrix and Arianna are attentive. I'm sure they've got it all thought out."

As we talked, Irvin came through the front door, and dinner was soon ready. Everyone moved to the dining room and settled down to their seats. We enjoyed the dinner and talked for a bit more. Then, Nerissa looked at Irvin and asked, "Irvin, how about you? Hendrix is about the same age as you, and he's already going to be a father soon. Do you have any girl that you like?"

The air thickened a bit as the focus of the conversation had shifted to Irvin. He didn't like it much, only answered coldly, "No."

His answer was curt.

Nerissa only smiled and didn't say anything else, seemingly used to his brusqueness. Yohannes, however, scoffed, "Look at him, still wet behind his ears. Who would take a liking to a man like him? Who would trust him to be a father?"

At that, Irvin sneered, "Look at who's talking."

And his retort got under Yohannes' skin. Enraged, Yohannes slammed his hand on the table, "Watch your mouth, young man!"

"Alright, Yohannes. Irvin didn't mean it. You shouldn't take it to heart," Nerissa put her hand on Yohannes' hand on the table and soothed him. "It's a family dinner. Let's finish this happily, okay? Come, I think everyone should have a taste of this wine. I bought it from my friend's vineyard."

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