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?"

is just a person I've met a couple of times, yet he's willing to want me as his daughter, which means that

Over the past 20 years, I had always

me genuinely despite us not being blood related, and that

more bitter the taste on

me. He held me in his arms and comforted me by patting me on

a while, I broke free from his embrace and sighed before giving him a faint smile. "Hendrix, you're terrible at comforting people." His smile was gentle, and there was a touch of warmth behind his eyes. "I will try harder

I had lost my appetite. Hendrix was leaving on a

Granger Mansion. Hendrix was unwilling, but Nerissa seemed

the Granger

I was left with nothing to do. Thus, I looked outside at the snow and breathed in the beautiful scenery. I decided that

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turned to look back at

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