My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was perplexed and asked, "Why do we need a wedding ceremony?" Didn't we already have one before?

He laughed and said, "Our previous wedding ceremony was nothing. Let's hold it a second time and give ourselves a perfect one. Plus, once you enter the Reid family registry, with how old-fashioned Charles is, he'd probably want to marry off his daughter in glory. We can fulfill his dreams of marrying off his daughter that he's had for half his life."

I laughed. "You and Mr. Reid hasn't seen each other more than a few times, and yet you know him so well. Who knows - maybe he just randomly chose me as his goddaughter."

He then put some grilled meat in my bowl and said, "The people in Jarold City all know that Charles keeps his word for life. He announced so openly that he wants you to be in the Reid family, so that means he's put in a lot of thought!"

However, I lowered my head and found it hard to swallow the food in my mouth.

Perhaps Hendrix had noticed the change in my mood, because he took my hand and said,

"Do you want to eat anything else?"

who don't want their children? Mr. Reid is just a person I've met a couple of times, yet he's willing to want me as his daughter, which means that I'm not that horrible. So, why don't my parents

past 20 years, I had

not being blood related,

bitter the taste on my tongue and in my heart. Why

to me. He held me in his arms and comforted me by patting me on the back. "You still have

smile. "Hendrix, you're terrible at comforting people." His smile was gentle, and there was a touch of warmth behind his

I had lost my appetite. Hendrix was leaving on a business trip the next

and pleading for Hendrix and I to go to the Granger

in the Granger

do. Thus, I looked outside at

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few steps against the falling snow and turned to look back at my footprints. They seemed oddly alluring in the snow, and it

Hendrix was busy. If he wasn't, we could have a