My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2261

With a thankful heart, I walked up and hugged Samantha. "Men will always be too ambitious. All that's left is for us to protect ourselves. How selfish, isn't it? But it will all turn out fine. After this, I'll give Evan a long leave from work, so he could be with you and the kids."

The palm of my hand kept on patting her slender back. I was not too sure if I was consoling her or myself.

Samantha probably had never thought that a person she had met for the first time would make such an intimate move. She was trembling at first when I first hugged her, but after confirming that I had no bad intentions, her entire being relaxed.

A hug is magical. As I inhaled the faint scent of her shampoo, I immediately felt a lot more at ease.

As I was about to loosen my hands, Samantha suddenly returned the hug. The palm of her hands patted my back twice. "Is there such a thing as too much business? Not that I'm complaining. Mrs. Roberts, I understand that you came with kind intentions and you have your own concerns. But ironically, Evan's charm is also his sense of responsibility. I love him, so I will love his everything. Please lighten up, yeah? I won't become a burden to you guys. As Evan's said, he will make it up for me. So, I will continue to believe in him and continue to wait, take care of this house for him, and take care of myself."

After saying so, we slowly let go of each other.

I narrowed my eyes and asked her with a shred of uncertainty, "Aren't you worried?"

Samantha laughed as if what I had just said was a funny joke. She asked, "Why should I be worried?"

After a pause, she continued, "I know what kind of a person Evan is. I believe in him and my own judgment. I won't choose the wrong person." Yes, what could she be worried about? What was there that couldn't be confirmed? Could there possibly be anyone else other than yourself, who could understand the person you'd chosen for yourself?

"I should have come to see you earlier." The feeling of sudden enlightenment completely filled my heart as those wavering and unsure words I'd said to Hendrix had suddenly disappeared.

Loving each other for ten years was enough to withstand the unbearable habits of human nature. Hendrix and Evan were people encumbered by the same life hurdles. Even though it may take time to break away from it, I had to let him know that no matter the time, as long as he was willing to come back, I'd be here.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"It was not early nor was it late, it was all fated from the start, just at the right time." Samantha's gentle features seemed like they could melt away all the bad things that had happened.

I pursed my lips and nodded my head. After exchanging a few simple words of farewell, I turned and entered the lift with Freya in tow.

Samantha had been standing at the door watching us leave. Until the doors of the lift closed, only then did her face disappear from my vision.

As the lift descended, the feeling of weightlessness slowly crept back in, like something in my heart had received confirmation.

It was already one in the morning

when I returned home. I chose to

prepare for bed the moment I reached home to avoid having unnecessary thoughts. As I walked through the corridor, I realized that was light coming from the

there

study.

Did Hendrix return?

With much suspicion, I walked over and pushed the door open. Glancing into the room, I realized it was just Neal.

His small figure sat in front of Hendrix's desktop, and because of the angle, I had nearly missed him.

Hearing the sound, he immediately stood up from the chair and bowed as a greeting. "Mrs. Roberts."

Evan's previous investigations

showed that Naomi had privately

contacted him. With us being in a

weaker position now, it was of course the perfect timing to seize information from us.

The early bird catches the worm, so it wasn't a big deal. Children who had experienced being homeless before wanted nothing else but a lasting figure to fall back on.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet at this late hour? I hadn't asked him what was his real reason for being there. I went around the table and took up a few documents and casually flipped through them.

The records of the projects under the Roberts Group, which was open to the public, were not much of a secret.

"I'm not tired," Neal said. "If only I had learned business earlier, I would have been able to help out Mr. Roberts. Then Anne wouldn't be upset with not seeing Mr. Roberts."

It was unexpected. Looking at his serious face, it did not look like he was saying empty words.

A wave of warmth traveled through my heart, and I suddenly laughed, for my doubts in people and on behalf of Anne. She had gotten herself an empathetic and kind brother.

Good things will come around. Was this implying something, that there would soon be a good turnaround with all things related to Hendrix?