My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1096

After I replied to all the comments, I clicked on my social media and refreshed the page. I saw that Hendrix had also posted something, so I clicked on it and found out that it was the photo of me eating seafood that I'd posted earlier on.

In the post, he wrote, "In the darkest of nights, Mrs. Roberts is my brightest star!"

"F**k!" Naomi complained, "You are simply too much. Mr. Roberts really knows how to show off his affection for you. I have nothing else to say now!"

In the darkest of nights, I was his brightest star?

I had no idea that Hendrix had become so poetic.

Seeing that I was chuckling lightly, Naomi looked at me, narrowed her eyes and said, "This expression of yours...Are you thinking about something perverted?"

I put away the smile on my face, and my cheeks were a little hot. I coughed and said, "It's almost evening. Go back and tidy yourself up. Aren't we going to Lancille Village later?"

She nodded and bid me goodbye. She said in a hurry, "I would've forgotten about it completely if you didn't remind me. I'm going back to wash up and do my makeup first. You should also rest for a little while. I will be waiting for you at the door later!"

I nodded and motioned for her to go ahead.

Seeing her leave, I looked at my phone and couldn't help but open Hendrix's page again. It seemed that it was the first time that Hendrix had posted something. Everyone, both who knew him and didn't know him, were all shocked.

It was most likely that the people in the Roberts Group's headquarters would have exploded into discussion about the matter.

I patted my flushed cheeks and went up to the second floor to change my clothes. After all, Ziglar Attwood was my senior, so I had to mind my manners.

I smiled faintly and said, "If I told you that I'm a psychic, would you believe me?"

She nodded. The speakers in the car were playing some music, and she moved her head along with the rhythm as she said, "Of course I would!"

Along the journey, the music playlist was eclectic, and the rock songs livened us up.

When we arrived at Lancille Village, it was already late in the evening. Naomi drove towards Lancille Village and stopped outside a rustic-looking small villa.

At the gate outside the villa, Ziglar, who was holding his walking stick, seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Naomi's car head over, Ziglar was so happy that he came down the stairs to greet us.