My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 753

What Andrea said was reasonable. I wondered when did this girl, who only knew how to use her dead brother as an excuse, become so mature?

Nerissa smiled faintly and did not push further. All she said was, "If that's the case, that's fine. Since Hendrix treats you like his own sister, it is apt for you to call me your aunt. Since I'm your aunt, I'm going to tell you this. You're already thirty. You should get married. Is there anyone you fancy?"

She obviously used them as siblings to distance themselves from each other.

The older woman is a fount of wisdom.

Andrea knew it in her heart, but how was she going to answer Nerissa's blunt question?

Her answer was Hendrix. However, she just said they were like siblings. Wouldn't it be weird to say that she liked him?

Andrea's face stiffened a little, but she still forced a smile and said, "Nope, I'm fine being single for now."

She was saying this as a reply to Nerissa, and as means to comfort herself.

Nerissa nodded and said enthusiastically, "This won't do. As a woman, you must get married. It doesn't matter if you stay married or get divorced; you should still live a happy married life. Otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

After a pause, she said, "Oh, I almost forgot! Isn't there a Mr. Shelley that works in Hendrix's company? He seems to care for you a lot. He is thoughtful and hardworking, not to mention handsome with a good background. Why not try your luck with him?"

Was she talking about Austin?

Nerissa nodded and did not ask her to stay. "Alright, remember to come visit me!"

Half the time when adults interacted, it was more likely out of politeness and insincerity than not. Sometimes, the people they looked to be well-acquainted or close with were neither their friends nor enemies.

Even if a war was going on behind the scenes between two parties, whatever that came out of their mouths would still be sweet, uttered with a smile plastered square across their faces.

The price of growing up and adulting was hypocrisy.

As soon as Andrea left, Nerissa looked at me calmly and said, "Seven years and you still can't handle a love rival. I really don't know what Hendrix sees in you."