My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 852

Anne didn't understand what I had just said, nor did I completely understand myself either. Staring at Dalton's portrait blankly, I thought that he must probably feel a little disappointed since Hendrix had not come.

When Dalton passed away, Hendrix had held resentment in his heart, so he hadn't come to see him off. At the moment, Hendrix's resentment had faded, and it seemed that he had also missed Dalton less.

I wasn't sure whether it was a good or a bad thing. Someone was crying in front of a new grave. It must be someone who had just left, and the grief of the family members had not yet dissipated.

I didn't like to cry in front of graves. Holding Anne, we bade goodbye to Dalton and went to Grandmother's grave.

Holding me, Anne tugged at my sleeve, "Mommy, why is that man standing in front of Greatgrandma's grave?"

I looked over and saw a tall and slender man in black standing solemnly and coldly in front of Grandmother's grave. I could not see his expression clearly because he had his back facing

US.

I tried to think but I couldn't remember who that person was. From my memory, I couldn't remember Grandmother knowing such a person!

Feeling strange, I went forward and greeted him, "Hello!"

The man stiffened. After a while, he turned and looked at me coldly.

He was handsome and cold, with an aura that kept people at arm's length. He looked at me and said nothing. Glancing at me faintly, he then turned around and prepared to leave.

Seeing the white chrysanthemums and offerings in front of the grave, I couldn't help looking at the person. I said, "Sir, you are..."

The man looked back at me and said coldly, "I'm just a passerby!"

He left after that simple reply.

Watching him leave, I couldn't help but wonder when my grandmother knew such a person.

I stopped thinking about it after bowing and saying goodbye to Grandma along with Anne. Monique's grave was the latest one. Although five years had passed, there was no weed and damages at her grave. It looked so new.

I couldn't seem to understand Josiah. Perhaps he had never loved Natalie and Monique at all. To him, they were just passersby and the people he felt guilty towards.