My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Charles laughed out loud, narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Be honest, are you two in love?"

Irvin was taken aback. He smiled and said, "Mr. Reid, that's not up to me to decide."

"Hahahaha!"

Everyone laughed and sent Charles off. Irvin and Helen bid each other goodbye shortly after. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Helen took a look at me, and then shot Irvin a serious expression. "You need to have a sense of propriety. Don't make things complicated. If the scandal between you two gets spread across Jarold City, things will get even more complicated with the Reid, Roberts and Granger families involved."

Irvin nodded. He quickly reassured her, "Mom, don't worry. I know what I'm doing!"

Irvin and I then exited the hotel and got into the car.

As we buckled into our seats, I couldn't help but look at him and asked, "Although Charles wants a daughter desperately, he is a high-ranking official. He can't get a daughter randomly, can he?"

He started the car and said with a smile, "You're quite smart, you know that?"

"What do you mean?"

behind this. He is Charles's nephew, he lives under the same roof, and has mentioned you more than once in front of Charles.

for a moment before confusions started setting

are not many people in Reid Family and Charles has no children. The other two uncles in the Reid family are either

City. I didn't ask him much about it after, so I had limited knowledge about the finer details. Moreover, we were all young when he came to Hovell, and Grandma never talked about

Aaron's

car, feeling drowsy. While I was in

sleepy. He asked, "Do you need me to carry

suddenly shot open and I shook my head. "I'll go up on my own!" Helen was right. If someone

when his figure came into view. Was he trying to persuade me

the steps at the gate, looking like

thinner. His former pride and arrogance had completely disappeared, and his eyes were bloodshot. Irvin frowned slightly, "I'll be

who slowly rose to his feet. I caught a glimpse of his hand wrapped in

it. If I could choose to not have met Hendrix at all, I would

physical and mental torment, of being hurt beyond healing, I had changed beyond

while. I pondered about what to say