My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I headed straight to the door, and I pulled it open only to see Austin standing at the door. His hand was raised, seeming like he was about to knock on the door. He looked a little embarrassed, even. It seemed that he had heard a little about what Hendrix and I had argued a moment ago.

"Arianna," Austin suddenly said. I was confused for a second there, for he wasn't usually this nice to me.

"Mr. Shelley, you shouldn't be so to with me. I just made your Andrea leave Hendrix's office in tears," After I said this, I went past him and left the office.

Hendrix quickly caught up to me in a few steps and pulled me by my arm. He hissed, "Arianna, where do you think you're going?"

"It's none of your business!" I wanted to prise myself free from his grip. But he was strong, and he pulled me back into the office. While he seated me down on the couch, he looked at Austin and asked, "Yes?" Austin looked at the state Hendrix and me were in, and he answered, seemingly a little

awkward, "Since we've sealed the deal with the company in Western Europe, Josiah and I are going to celebrate with Josiah tonight. Are you coming?"

Hendrix took a glimpse at me, and he turned back to Austin with lifted eyebrows, "Do you think I can go?"

Austin was lost at words. After some time, he drew a deep breath and said, "Arianna can come with us. She doesn't have to drink."

With his arm still draping

going?" I ignored Hendrix's eyes and asked Austin

he eventually nodded and answered

I nodded, "Then

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"What can I do? The Moore family is so powerful in Jarold City. I can't possibly do anything to Andrea. I'm just

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shook his head and weakly replied, "It's your due date soon. It's not safe for you to be running around

going too, isn't

don't think he would have the time to look after you," he said, making me feel as though I was

then. I won't go," At this point, I would be begging if I insisted on going. Hendrix

looked at me and asked, "What would you like to

and I finally answered, "German pork knuckle?" It was known that a pregnant woman would have a change in her appetite. In the past, I rarely wanted to eat German traditional food because it was too big of a portion and I couldn't

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