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?"

my head. I could only recall meeting him after being involved in auditing Roberts Group. Other than that, it was

and did not

and said, "It doesn't matter. Just make sure you remember me in

but proceeded to drink the entire bottle. He must

that it was 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

saw Sawyer's mother, Valerie Lawson, walking with Andrea

a big deal at all.

Andrea and

They were 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 to Sawyer after paying the bill. His face

own?" "No way!" He

my handbag around my waist. It took me using half of my

into this restaurant elegantly yet exited the same place so embarrassingly. How fitting for a person

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

few drivers around the street at that time and I managed to

as I could still recall the route from past

learned that Sawyer was living in Flora Villa. I was surprised at that. Why was