My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

In the café.

Soft music was playing in the background. After ordering a fruit juice for himself, Austin looked at me with annoyance in his eyes, "What do you want from me?"

"Do you hate me because of Andrea or because of something else?" I asked casually.

He laughed, "You want to meet me just to talk about this?"

I shook my head, "Nope. I'm just asking."

Discouraged by his response, I went ahead and said, "People shouldn't dwell on the past. Hendrix and I are married, and we have settled down. I know you like Andrea, so why don't you confess your love for her?"

"Are you done?" He frowned, visibly frustrated at me, "Arianna, just who do you think you are? Do you really think that we will live our lives the way you want us to?"

I lowered my gaze and stopped talking.

talk about the factory in the southern

looking at my expression for a

want to know

I didn't beat around the

first? Why didn't you

and its factory had been shut down for six months. Naturally, I'd come to you when I couldn't figure out from where you

you

raised his eyebrows and said cynically, "You can just tell

Don't get me wrong; I still hate you. However, I must

mean Austin could be, so I wasn't bothered by

come to a conclusion, there was

of the café, I received a call from Monique. Something

and out of touch. She was holding something that looked like medical records in her hand. Instantly, I knew that things didn't seem right, so I walked up to her and took

and an ultrasound image were attached to the records. Noticing at the recorded date, I asked in confusion, "Eight weeks pregnant? Who's the baby daddy?" I

she had always been cautious. I wondered why she made such a