My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1866

As soon as I hung up the phone, I immediately received a Whatsapp notification from Freya, "News about you and Hendrix staying at the same hotel is spreading back in Zuckerberg. I don't know what Serene is going to do when she finds out. Be careful."

What? People were spreading rumors about a married couple living in the same hotel?

"Alright. You should be careful too." Freya was close to us, and I was worried that this might get her into trouble.

"I'm not alone," Freya blurted out. Listening to her mischievous tone, she must have had quite a good time the night before.

"Yes, it's not the same when you have someone." Cyril was indeed irresistible to her.

"Stop. It's not what you think it is, okay? Forget it. I'm going to continue my fun. Bye."

And with that, the call ended.

While glancing at my phone, I let out a helpless smile. But when the next second arrived, I could not help but feel a wave of discomfort spreading within my chest.

There were so many people in the world who were blessed with love, but why couldn't Hendrix be one of them?

As there was no way to change his fate, I could only struggle together with him.

Our plane landed in Ucrebury the next evening.

When we arrived at Uncle Trent's house, he was trimming a bonsai tree in his courtyard.

Hendrix walked forward poker- faced, and his voice was void of even the slightest bit of warmth. "Uncle Trent."

After Johannes and his wife died, he lived with the Old Master and Trent. Hendrix was bright ever since he was little, and Trent expected that Hendrix would succeed him ability-wise, but he didn't expect that this day would really come.

Under Hendrix's powerful presence, Trent's expression froze. He stared blankly for a few seconds before lowering his head to avoid Hendrix's burning gaze, "The older you are, the more impolite you've become. I'm not psychic, so how would I know? I know you came from Jarold City, so you must be tired. Come in, I have the guest room cleaned every day in hopes that you'll come back more often."

After saying that, Trent cut off the branches of the bonsai in a daze. He turned into the house with his hands clasped behind his back and said to his servants as he walked, "Hurry up and help the Young Master and Young Madam with their belongings."

The servant immediately stepped forward and took our luggage from us. "Young Master and Young Madam, this way, please."

After all, Trent wasn't Hendrix. He wasn't good at masking his emotions, and it was evident that he was trying to avoid the topic. Thus, it wasn't difficult to figure out that perhaps Trent had already looked for one of his only living relatives.

This was why we didn't tell Trent about our return in advance. Instead, we went over at dawn to prevent him from avoiding us.