My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"You also look like another person!" Sawyer said seriously. I continued cutting into my steak. I thought he was just chatting as he was too bored.

"Mm!" I responded indifferently as I focused my gaze onto the plate.

Sawyer didn't eat. He merely swirled his wine glass and said, "You look very much like my mother, especially your eyes."

I found Sawyer incredibly boring. As I continued biting another piece of steak, I said, "I do have a fairly common look. Some people even thought that I looked like Andrea!"

I remember that Grandfather used to make that remark, but I disagreed. After all, there were too many people who shared the same eye color. Being born into the same land meant that we shared a common ancestor, and it was not uncommon for everyone to at least have some resemblance with one another.

He curled his lips and drank all the red wine in his glass. He then looked at me and said, "Why did you decide to transfer to another university when you were in Newland University?"

What he said stunned me. How could he know about things that had happened several years ago? Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Putting down the knife and fork in his hand, I looked at him and said, "Were we schoolmates?"

He raised his eyebrows, poured himself another glass of red wine, and said, "You really don't remember?"

only recall meeting him after being involved in

his shoulders and did not say any

doesn't matter.

but proceeded to drink the entire bottle. He must have drunk too much as he was leaning on the table staring blankly at

I went home too

saw Sawyer's mother, Valerie Lawson, walking with

them was not a big deal at all. However, it was peculiar seeing

and Valerie

behaving so friendly with each other than any person would've thought that Valeria was Andrea's mother. However, I didn't think much as I made my way back

so I said, "Can you walk on your own?" "No way!" He opened his mouth,

me using half of my body to support him before I could drag him out of

same place so

accustomed to driving a Cadillac, it was strange trying to drive

street at that time and

could still recall the route from past visits there

time, I finally learned that Sawyer was living in Flora Villa. I was