My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I hung up the phone and got up to walk towards him. Then, I opened the door and got into the car. I leaned against the car seat and heaved a sigh of relief. "Why are you here?" I asked, looking at him. "Why are you here?" He asked me in return with an unhappy tone.

Rubbing the space between my eyebrows, I closed my eyes and replied wearily, "Sawyer is only auditing for Roberts Group, but not Shelley Group."

"Leave it to Alford Audit," Hendrix said and started the car.

I was bewildered, unable to understand what he was trying to say. I asked out of confusion, "Leave all of it to Alford Audit? Or just Shelley Group's?"

At the traffic light, he turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "Do you intend to break the contract?"

Oh. Sawyer and I had already signed the contract. Naturally, we just need to hand over Shelley Group's auditing to Alford Audit.

My shoulders and my back felt a little stiff and uncomfortable, so I leaned further back. Seeing that the route he was taking was wrong, I questioned puzzledly, "Where are we going?" "To have a meal."

He had always been so distant and taciturn, so I didn't ask more. However, when he parked the car in front of the shopping mall, I was perplexed. "We're

having a meal at the shopping mall?"

Was he planning to go shopping with me and then have dinner together?

be

me to get out of the car and enter the mall with him. He was tall and exuded a cool aura, coupled with his

as we entered the mall, many women fixed their gazes on him. He caught a lot of women's attention, some were reserved and shy

help but curl my lips. Sure enough, he

back. I

should watch where you're going." Glancing at me, he pulled me into a branded store and said, "Pick something suitable. There are a few people we have to

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ask him. I was good at everything, but I did not have a good eye. When it came to putting an

set of clothes after looking around

the sales assistant paired a floral dress with an apricot- colored blazer. It looked pretty decent, and I thought the look would

my idea. He said, "Pregnant women shouldn't be wearing high

a pair of 3-centimetre-tall shoes considered

into the car grumpily. Only then did I realize

was so infuriated that I couldn't

driving. When he heard me calling his name,

angry!" I didn't know what was wrong with myself, but I was just angry. I had thought