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?"

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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?"

head. I could only recall meeting him after being involved in auditing Roberts Group.

his shoulders and did

"It doesn't matter. Just make sure you

a while. Sawyer didn't eat at all but proceeded to drink the entire bottle. He must have drunk too much as he was leaning on

getting late, I got up and went to pay the bill. If I went home too late, it would probably be difficult for me to get

sometimes behaved in an unpredictable manner. I coincidentally saw Sawyer's mother, Valerie

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

Andrea and Valerie actually knew 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 to Sawyer after paying the bill. His face was

own?" "No way!" He opened his

handbag around my waist. It took me using half of my body to support him before I could drag him out of the

elegantly yet exited the same place so

so accustomed to driving a Cadillac, it was strange trying to drive Sawyer's sportscar. The

at that time and I managed to

could still recall the route from past visits there with Hendrix.

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