My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1633

"Huh? What is Dr. Lawson like?" I felt that his descriptions were a little strange.

Hendrix let out a sly laugh, stepped on the accelerator and continued to move forward without answering me.

I thought that Hendrix didn't mean it, but I didn't expect that he would really have brought Ian back that night.

Seeing Hendrix and Ian standing in the living room, it felt surreal to me, as if everything had returned to before Monique died. At that time, they were the two most important men to me.

Soon, all the dishes were placed on the table. Ian and I sat opposite each other, and Hendrix was sitting in the middle.

I looked at Ian, and found that he was still as distant as ever. It seemed that nothing had changed. I wondered what Hendrix did to make him leave Silvia and the child to meet me.

Hendrix suddenly kicked my foot, narrowed his eyes, and constantly winked at me to remind me to seize the opportunity.

I exchanged a look with him and then stared at Ian. I took a deep breath, and decided to break the ice.

"Ian." I looked at him very seriously. "Why didn't you tell me when you went to Mesville? Why didn't you invite me when you got married? Why... Why did you block my contact?!"

As I spoke, my tone choked with sobs. Feeling wronged and sad, tears welled up in my eyes.

I choked with sobs. I didn't dare to speak. For Monique's situation, there had been no right or wrong. Perhaps if she didn't know me, she wouldn't have lost her life so early. Ian could hate me, but I couldn't defend myself.

Even so, Ian didn't seem relieved. On the contrary, his rage built up. With Hendrix's warning, he snorted in disdain and turned his head to scrutinize me, his expression almost numb. "I came here today for only one purpose. I'm taking Anne with me. She is more important than anything to Monique. I won't let her stay with you two, and let her play second fiddle to..."

"Enough!" Hendrix couldn't bear to hear it anymore. He slammed the table with rage, and even I was shocked. It was rare for him to be so angry. The servants next to us didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

However, Ian was not afraid at all. He stared at me and said, "Arianna, I want you to give up Anne's custody. For Monique's sake, you can't refuse me."