My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1910

Once they left, the entire VIP room fell into silence.

I waited a while and only tiptoed out when I felt that there was no one outside.

When I reached the door, I had a queer feeling that I was being watched. I turned my face to find that the little boy, Wynn Marshall, whom I met at the intersection, was looking at me with a grin.

He stood there collectedly, as if he was not surprised by my appearance.

Just as the awkwardness set in, he took the lead in breaking it. "Did you see everything?"

I was bemused, and didn't respond for a moment. "What?"

"That woman just now." He crossed his small arms in front of his chest, pretending to be an adult. "She is my daddy's fiancee. Daddy doesn't like her, and neither do I. Besides, she doesn't really like me. I like you. You look like my mom. Anyway, someone has to marry my dad and be my mom. Can you be my mom?"

He looked young in his smooth skin, but adopted the tone of an adult. For a moment, I was a little confused about this "like-and-dislike" issue and couldn't help but laugh.

Placing my hands on the knees, I bent down a little to talk to him. "Honey, children can't interfere in adults' affairs. Moreover, it's impolite to call any woman your 'mom'."

To show my sincerity, I kept my eye on his as I spoke. However, the more I did so, the less confident I became.

Such a good-looking young one couldn't irritate me no matter what he said.

He was so cute and was squeaky clean. I felt the urge to pinch his chubby little face.

Nevertheless, he was still too naive to simply find a spouse for his father. Moreover, he had somehow even targeted me, a woman whom he had only met once.

After taking a deep breath to calm down, I walked forward and gently stroked his hairy head before I said patiently, "Honey, it's not that simple for two people to be together. Even if I agree with what you're proposing, your dad may not necessarily like me. To matchmake others forcefully is wrong. Do you understand?"

As I said this, I suddenly remembered what Hendrix had said to Wynn that day-do you think that I will fancy any woman?

Well then, I was definitely not his type.

Shrugging self- deprecatingly, I added, "Okay, I have an appointment, so I'm going to wait outside. Be a good boy and wait for your uncle here as told by your dad."