My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 232

Realizing that it was Andrea, I couldn't help but gave Hendrix a side-eye and made a face. "Did you

invite her along?"

"No, I didn't."

Then, he went forth to Andrea's side, and flatly asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I've been dreaming of Casper recently, and I missed him a lot. So, I came to visit him and figured that I

should probably stop by to see Master Roberts along the way," As she spoke, she looked at Hendrix

and me. She continued with a faint smile, "I didn't expect to meet both of you here. What a

coincidence!"

I forgot that Casper was also buried here, and for some unknown reasons, I felt a little ill at ease.

Walking forward, I put some of the flowers in front of Dalton's headstone. I couldn't crouch down to

speak to him because of the big baby bump, so I bowed three times, and remained standing.

Hendrix looked deep at me with an intense gaze. He stretched out his hand to hold me in his hand.

Then, he raised another hand to wipe away the tears on my face.

His voice was deep. "Don't cry! The baby will be sad too."

I nodded and looked at the monochrome photo of Dalton on the headstone. "Grandpa, I really hope

you're doing well in the afterworld. Hendrix and I are pregnant. And the next time we visit you, we'll

come as a family of three."

Looking at Hendrix then back at Dalton's photo, I added in a soft, hoarse voice, "Don't worry. Hendrix

and I are doing fine. He loves me, and he takes very good care of me. Also, he adores our baby very

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I must admit, the words I said were meant for Andrea.

Her face turned ugly. She tugged at the hem of Hendrix's shirt and said, "Hendrix, will you come to see

Casper with me? You haven't visited him for a long time."

I lowered my eyes, knowing that Andrea was trying to use Casper's death and the history they shared

as a strategy against the softhearted Hendrix.

Hendrick turned and looked at me as though he was asking for my permission.

I took a glance at Dalton's headstone, and I finally said, "I'll go with you. After all, Casper was your best

friend. I should go along with you to meet him."

As I spoke, I picked the rest of the flowers up. Then, in a glimpse, I saw Andrea stared at me with a

grave expression on her face. She seemed to be holding it in for a long time.

Hendrix took the flowers from my hand and held my hand, saying, "Of course."

The graveyard wasn't very big, so Casper's tomb wasn't too far away. When we were there, I looked at

the photo of the young man on the headstone. Casper was indeed very handsome, his prominent facial

features failed to conceal his sickly condition.

Andrea's eyes turned red as soon as we arrived at the tombstone. Her tears streamed down, and she

uncontrollably sobbed, "Casper, I'm here to see you."

Meanwhile, Hendrix only silently put the flowers in front of the headstone. He bowed once, then he

deeply gazed at Casper's photo from a distance.

I, too, took a deep bow, and I stood next to Hendrix, looking at Andrea's dubious grief.

After a while, Hendrix broke the silence, "Let's go!"

Andrea was crying her heart out, and she had a difficult time stopping. She grabbed onto Hendrix's

hand and choked, her voice rough from the cries, "Hendrix, Casper is already gone. Now all I have is

you. Although the Moore family is big, I'm still someone that they've recently found. No matter how

much love they poured on me, they're all strangers to me."

"Hendrix, Casper had regarded you as his family. For Casper's sake, I beg of you to not leave me

behind, okay? I don't want anything. I only want to stay with you, Austin, and Josiah. Can't we go back

to before? Can't I still be your sister? Please, please don't abandon me! I don't want to be alone."

Hendrix's initially somber face cracked. I knew him all too well. He was a person who lacked affection.

He needed warmth from others, and he was more than willing to give warmth to others.