My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 591

I shook my head and replied calmly, "Not really. Have a good rest and remember to take the hangover soup."

After all, he was a person who I had once loved. Even though I had gotten over him, I could not treat him like a stranger.

I got out of the bedroom and went to sleep on the bed in another room.

The lazy, morning sun enveloped Hovell, along with a thick, cool fog.

If one were to start their ascent early to the top of the mountain, they might have caught a glimpse of paradise at the peak.

I got up early because Anne had to go to school. I stood in the bathroom and looked at the woman with the light eyebrows in the mirror. When did the sorrows on my face disappear?

Perhaps I had already let go of the things that ate at my heart the moment I arrived in Hovell. This city was a great place for healing old wounds.

Hendrix had already gotten up and was standing in the yard under the apricot tree. He seemed to be looking at something.

I took a glance at him but did not go forward to disturb him.

He turned his head back and looked at me faintly. "You're awake!"

I nodded and asked casually, "What would you like to eat?"

"Anything!"

I did not say anything in reply. I became increasingly taciturn over the years.

Anne had also gotten up and was a little surprised when she saw Hendrix. Children were such pure, innocent creatures.

She looked at Hendrix and directly asked, "Uncle, why are you in my house?"

Hendrix smiled and replied, "I’m homeless."

Though his words sounded casual enough, I knew the deeper meaning behind them. I lowered my eyes and fell deep into my thoughts. I thought about how after a long time, everyone's heart would eventually dry up and turn into a wasteland, without even a blade of grass growing.

Anne was talkative, and she kept asking Hendrix strange questions.

Hendrix answered each of her questions with fortitude and patience; there was no trace of annoyance or impatience found in his eyes.

He looked at me and said quietly, "I'm almost done with the hotel's business. I'm returning to Jarold City for a few days."

I nodded.

He looked at me, his eyes as deep as the ocean. "Rest well."

Soon after, Evan came to pick him up in a car. He did not bid me goodbye when he left. His only words were 'rest well.'

I watched him leave, my heart as calm as a millpond. He left as he arrived - in silence and without disturbing too much of my peace.