My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 944

To be honest, I was still a little confused, but If she had taken the initiative to express her goodwill to me, I had no reason to doubt her.

I nodded, and put the phone away.

I felt a warm gaze on me, so I looked up subconsciously. I met the man's dark and bright eyes.

Hendrix!

Was this a coincidence?

Probably not. We were all in the same vicinity, it was more than likely we'd meet eventually.

Apparently, Hendrix was here for business. He was followed by several middle-aged men, who were talking to him.

As he suddenly stopped, they all turned to look at him.

Being stared at by such a formidable group of men would inevitably bring discomfort.

I pursed my lips, and averted my gaze from Hendrix's. I simply looked away and pretended that I didn't know him.

Dahlia, who was beside me, became excited. Pulling my hand, she said, "Do you guys really know each other?" "No!" I yelled. It was getting late, I thought, we should go home already.

"Since you two know each other, go and say hello. It doesn't matter whether you two are that familiar with each other or not!" Dahlia pulled at me, almost tugging me along.

I was not used to it. I wanted to push her away, but she was stronger than I was. I noticed that she was about to pull me up.

I couldn't help feeling anxious and gathered enough strength to push her away. She couldn't keep her balance, falling to the ground. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

She looked at me with some confusion, and some anger. "Arianna, what are you doing?"

I was stunned, immediately apologetic. "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Without explanation, Hendrix and his group had already begun to walk in my direction.

I smiled lightly and shook my head. "No, thank you. I have something else to do. I wish you all a good time."

I got up and was about to leave, but was pulled back by Dahlia. She looked at them and said, "A meeting like this is more than chance! It's all fate. Director Hathaway's already invited us. It'd be presumptuous to reject it!"

Director Hathaway?

I couldn't help but frown.

Glancing at the plump Oscar, who was addressed as Director Hathaway, I figured he might be an official of some sort. Hence, I guessed that Hendrix must have come to Asherton for business.

When Oscar Hathaway heard Dahlia's words, he smiled, clearly appreciating how sensible Dahlia's reasoning was.

Hendrix looked at me, his gaze was deep and unfathomable. He didn't say anything, but his brows were slightly furrowed. It was obvious that he wasn't interested in Oscar's invitation.

We had known each other for many years, so I could tell. Before he could speak, however, I followed up on what Dahlia had said, as I looked at Oscar. "Greetings, Mr. Hathaway. It's my fault for seeming so rude. It'd be my honor."