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.

good at persuading someone, so I shifted my topic, "Let's talk about the factory in the southern district then. The one you decided to

looking at my expression for a while, "I can't believe you

want to know why,"

business-related matter. So, I didn't beat around the bush and went straight

first? Why didn't you report to Hendrix?"

couldn't figure out from where you found the funds to fill in for the loss. I believe that you

you are

his eyebrows and said cynically, "You can just tell Hendrix about Advancer Tech. He probably already figured

me wrong; I still

wasn't news to me how mean Austin could be, so

conclusion, there was nothing more to discuss. So, I

I got out of the café, I received a call from Monique. Something was off in her tone. She asked me

helpless and out of touch. She was holding something that looked like medical records in her hand. Instantly, I knew

attached to the records. Noticing at the recorded date, I asked in confusion, "Eight weeks pregnant? Who's

had always been cautious. I wondered why she made