My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2377

Jordan spread out his arms and leaned against the sofa, "You can do whatever you like."

This sounded too good to be true. He was acting like a completely different person.

Nevertheless, Jordan's mood was prone to change at any time. Thus, before he changed his mind, I had to make good use of this opportunity.

"Okay," I kept the car key and took the mobile phone and bank card on the table while making an even more unscrupulous request, "Help me fetch Wynn over then. I miss him. Just Wynn will do. You two are more familiar with each other."

After that, I took my things and headed upstairs. When I reached the stairs, I turned my head and added, "Go now. I want to have dinner with Wynn." "Sure," Jordan agreed. Before I could even reach the second floor, he had already gone out.

About half an hour later, the phone that Jordan gave me rang. It was Aaron who called to verify if I had asked Jordan to take Wynn. Following my confirmation, he hung up.

An hour passed and I finally got to meet Wynn.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

After finishing dinner, I brought Wynn back to my room and left Jordan outside, using spending quality time with family as an excuse.

As soon as I closed the door, the calm and gentle facade that I held in front of Jordan vanished at once.

Looking down at Wynn and the microcomputer in his hands, I took him to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I squatted down and asked earnestly, "Baby, tell me, how far have you gone in learning computer science? Can you check if there are any hidden microphones nearby?"

"Mom, are you saying that someone is eavesdropping on our conversation?" Wynn was confused.

There was no time to explain to the child. I only said, "That's right. This is a secret between you and me. Don't let anyone else know. Can you handle it?"

Wynn nodded and turned on his computer. While tapping on the keyboard, he comforted me, "Mommy, wait a minute."

Wynn's hands were moving very fast. The clacking sound of the keyboard was like my heartbeat, not stopping for even a moment.

Finally, after a long wait, Wynn's joyful voice startled me, "All right, Mommy! No one can hear us now!" heaved a sigh of relief and took him back to the room. Then I handed the phone to him and said, "Can you help me see if there's anything wrong with the phone?"

"Yes!" Perhaps he saw that I was in a good mood, he appeared to be very enthusiastic.

After more than half an hour, Wynn suddenly stared at the phone with a depressed expression.

"What's wrong, baby? IS there a problem?" I walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"That's not it, Mommy. There seems to be no problem with this phone," Wynn said with a puzzled look.

I was stunned for a moment. I didn't

expect Jordan to be so upright.

"That's good news. I was just

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worried that I might have missed something. You've been keeping at it

for quite a while, are you tired?"

"I'm fine," Wynn shook his head and peered at me solemnly. It seemed that he knew that the current situation was urgent. He looked at me seriously and asked, "Mommy, is there anything else that I can do?"

"You're a good boy," I tousled his hair

affectionately. We haven't seen each

other in such a long time. He had grown a fot. Since it's been ages, should have chatted with him, but

instead, I just asked him for help. I unavoidably felt a little guilty.

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However, when I thought of Hendrix's situation, I could only steel my heart. I said with a smile, "I'll have to trouble you to install a location tracking app on my phone. It shouldn't be noticeable."

"Okay," Wynn didn't say anything more, he just nodded and continued to tap away on his computer.