My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 639

I went to open the door at the sound of the doorbell, and my eyes met his. It had only been one night since I last saw him, and there was already stubble on his chin. He looked weary.

"Can I come in?" He asked, his voice sounded dry and tired.

I nodded and made way for him.

He looked at me gently and said, "I'm sorry!"

I smiled, "I'm not angry." Nerissa was an elder in the Roberts family, so there wasn't much he could do.

He pulled me into his arms. The smell of cigarettes on him enclosed me. "This won't happen again."

This sounded like a promise, and assurance.

I whispered a murmur of agreement. I hadn't slept at all, so lying in his arms now made me feel at ease.

Weariness kicked in. I shut my eyes, longing for him to stay, I said, "If you're not busy today, could you accompany me to sleep for a bit?"

He smiled faintly and said indulgently, "I'm not busy, I have plenty of time."

How could he not be busy? Irvin was intentionally targeting the Roberts Group; he couldn't wait to snuff out any tiny error and used it to punish the Roberts Group.

Listening to his lie, I pressed my lips and smiled. I told myself that it was alright, that life was a long journey, there had to be days where we lived for ourselves.

If days could pass so peacefully, it would be a great privilege.

Night fell. When I woke up, the sky was already dark. I had somehow slept away the entire day.

Hendrix laid beside me. When he saw that I had awoken, he smiled and asked, "What did you dream of?"

"I'd dreamt of a beautiful sea of flowers." I dreamt more often now. In my dream, I would see Monique, Grandma, Grandpa, and a grown- up child.

I was momentarily taken aback. I put down the book in my hand and looked towards her, gently asking, "What happened?"

She pressed her lips, her eyes slightly reddened as she said, "It's about a kid. I pushed him down the slide, but I didn't mean it. I saw him standing at the top of the slide for a long time, and he wouldn't go down even though there were so many kids waiting to go down the slide. So, I gave him a slight push from behind. I didn't expect that he didn't have a good grip and would fall down."

"How is that kid doing now? Was he sent to the hospital for a check-up?"

She nodded. "Mr. Garland sent him to the hospital, and even gave them a lot of money. Mommy, I know it's my fault."

"Hurting others is wrong, Anne. Everyone has to apologize for what they did wrong. You meant well, but the execution was wrong. Have you thought about what you'd do differently if the same thing happens again in the future?" What was done had been done, so there wasn't any use in reprimanding her. What I could only do now was to teach her how to be a responsible person.

She glanced downward and gave the question some serious thought. Then, she said. "I would tell him that he can't hold up the line, and that he should let others play too. I also wouldn't push him."

She paused, then continued, "Mommy, do I owe Mr. Garland a lot of money then?"