My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2082

The room instantly became deathly silent. Hendrix looked very uncomfortable.

"How could you be so oblivious as to blurt all of that out?"

Hendrix was dumbfounded. How could his assistant, who had been with him for so long, suddenly not know how to keep certain things quiet? Even though he wasn't the best with words, it was very obvious that Evan felt sorry for Hendrix. After all, they have gone through thick and thin together. Now that he finally had a chance, he had to grab it and let everyone know what they had gone through.

I had actually hoped that Evan could be like this more often.

"Forget it, you can leave." Hendrix stared coldly at him, then dismissed him.

"I'm sorry, sir." Evan hung his head down and answered solemnly before heading straight out the door.

The moment I looked up, I could see him smiling knowingly.

He really was Hendrix's right-hand man. His intentions were so obvious. It seemed like Evan had grown bolder recently.

Hendrix suddenly muttered, "He's getting more and more rebellious. I guess it's time to recruit another assistant and remind him of his place."

I actually thought that he was very upset, but when I turned to look at him, his face was blank. He looked so much softer and gentler with his soft hair and pajamas.

I pursed my lips and smiled. It wasn't Evan who had grown bolded, it was Hendrix who had lost his vigor over time, making him a much softer man.

I too, was in a situation just like he was before. Aaron tried to change me, but Hendrix's salvation came a little too late.

But now, thinking carefully about it,

this was better than never. There were so many people who would spend their entire lives rolling about in the swamp of fate, but they were so deep inside it that they were unable to get out of it. Compared to them, we should consider ourselves lucky.

Hendrix began to feel uncomfortable as I kept staring at him. He maintained his poker face as he said, "Evan is getting old, looks like his memory is declining. My injury was an accident. It had nothing to do with my father."NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

It seemed that Hendrix had once again mastered another skill that all married man had... lying with his eyes wide open.

With my arms crossed, I expressed my strong determination and looked at him with a threatening glare. My entire body seemed to ask "Do you actually think I would believe that?"

Hendrix looked at me from top to toe and then said with a smile, "I can't hide anything from you anymore."

"Okay." With his hands on his hips, he sighed and smiled at me. "I'll tell you everything, come over here."

Although my plan had worked, I wasn't in a hurry to move over. Instead, I raised my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders, indicating that I wouldn't move a single step before I got the answer I wanted.

Hendrix sighed helplessly as he began to speak.

"That night when you were kidnapped, one of the guests at the birthday party happened to know where my parents were. The man left halfway through the party and I chased after him. I was ambushed but men from the Moore family saved me."

"At the time, my

father was

convinced that Andrea was his

actual daughter and asked me to be engaged to her in exchange for him saving my life. But I refused and left him humiliated. When I left, he shot my left leg. So I had to rest for more than a month under the surveillance of the Moore family."

He explained everything like it was nothing, as if none of that happened to him. The only difference was that this time, he made small movements with his body, which made it seem more natural.

It seemed that he was concerned

that I wouldn't believe any of this. He continued after a brief pause, "It's true that my knee was shattered, but my nerves weren't affected. Fathe loved his daughter way too much. He couldn't be that cruel and kill the man his daughter loved. That's why the man standing in front of you is not a cripple. Back then, things were very chaotic between us, problems kept coming, one after another. You were very emotionally disturbed then, so I didn't mention it."

Hendrix spoke in a self-deprecating manner, "I basically did this to myself. It would have been better if I did end up crippled. If I lived my entire life never being able to walk normally, I guess that could be considered as a form of redemption."