My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Arianna, who are you calling Mr. Clark? You make me look old. Please call me Sawyer," Sawyer said. He looked quite young and handsome. When he spoke, two small dimples would occasionally appear on his cheeks, adding to his cuteness. However, his sharp gaze hid knowledge that someone of his age normally wouldn't have.

It seemed that this lad was quite capable.

Sawyer walked to the table and sat down. With a lovely smile on his face, he looked at me and chirped, "Arianna, what do you want to eat? I'll order it for you!"

He seemed pretty familiar and used to call me by my first name when we had only just met.

"I'm not picky," I replied. I placed the bag beside me and kept my gaze on him as he placed the orders.

He ordered a few dishes and casually cupped his chin, squinting at me in an effort to appeal to me as he praised, "Arianna, you're much prettier than I imagined!"

I quirked an eyebrow at him and said, "Is Brilliant Audit your company?" No matter how I tried to look at him, Sawyer only appeared to be approximately 23 years old. Although Brilliant Audit was not a large company, Hendrix took a fancy to it nonetheless. There must be something special with that company. I was surprised that such a young lad could manage such a considerably big company.

I was in college." Speaking of this,

was a

"Sure. What do you want

in high spirits. He sat up straight and looked at me, asking straightforwardly, "Arianna, are

echoed dumbly, "That old

thirty years old. Isn't he an old thing? You're only

was so shocked by his words that I didn't know what to say. I could only put on

nodded and looked at me seriously. "Didn't anyone tell you that you

I laughed and said forcefully,

think of me? Am I your type?" Sawyer

I regarded him and avoided the question, "If I pass you Roberts Group's auditing, do you think

had changed the topic, he curled his lips and began to lay weakly on the table. He pouted, "I won't know until I start the work. Arianna, if you ask