My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 246

It was indeed a sizable compound. After breakfast, Hendrix took me for a walk around the yards before telling me to get dressed to visit Nerissa.

It was my first time in Jarold City. As the capital city, its imposing flourish was highlighted through the historical memories. At the same time, the city was also developing with the advancement of the new era.

However, the downside with a city this size was probably its traffic. Hendrix had his one hand on the steering wheel, tapping on it with the tip of his fingers.

I looked at the view outside the car window a little absent-mindedly. I seemed calm, but I was really anxious.

I had never met Nerissa before. And we were heading to Nerissa's.

There was a residential area close to the nature reserves in the city center. It was a place with high land value. Hence, people who lived in the neighborhood were either wealthy or influential. Hendrix parked the car at a parking lot.

After getting out of the car, I looked up to see shrubberies and rare species of trees. Among the woods, there was a pond, and it was full of white and pink water lilies. The scenery was breathtaking.

Holding hands, Hendrix and I walked on a cobblestone path for some time before we finally arrived at a large and refined villa.

In the two years I was married to Hendrix, I had seen countless luxurious villas. But the villa in front of my eyes still managed to amaze me with its spectacular architectural design.

At the front door stood a woman with a calming and graceful air. She was wearing a black dress embroidered with floral motifs, and she looked to be about thirty years old.

Upon seeing us, she walked up with a smile, and the joy evident in her eyes. "Hendrix, I made breakfast because you said that you would arrive in the morning. I guess now you're only in time for lunch."

"I'm sorry, the traffic was heavy on the road," Hendrix gently apologized.

Hendrix noticed my reaction and looked over at what I was seeing. Then, he looked away.

"He's Irvin, Yohannes' son." Nerissa explained, and she looked at Hendrix with a faint smile, "He's your age."

Hendrix nodded and didn't say anything else.

To be honest, I couldn't shake the strange feeling I had since the moment I stepped into the villa. Nerissa looked only a few years older than Irvin, but she introduced him as someone's son. If she hadn't mentioned it, I would have thought that he was her friend!

Hendrix had never told me anything about Nerissa. Therefore, although I was itching to know, it wasn't appropriate for me to ask anything now.

As we went through the foyer into the living room, I couldn't help looking back at Irvin. He was wearing a beige shirt and a pair of gray casual pants. He looked dashing even though he was wearing a pair of white slippers. Despite his simple attire, Irvin's demeanor was different. He was poised and interesting.