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

bitterness in my eyes and felt uncomfortable. Over the past 20 years, I had

us not being blood related, and

older I grew and saw others being with their parents and relatives, the more bitter the taste on

walked up to me. He held me in his arms and comforted me by

I broke free from his embrace and sighed before giving him a faint smile. "Hendrix, you're terrible at comforting people." His smile

In truth, I had lost my appetite. Hendrix was leaving on a business trip the next day when I

go to the Granger Mansion. Hendrix was unwilling, but Nerissa seemed almost desperate. Therefore, he had no

in the

do. Thus, I looked outside at

and the white snow on the ground was bathed in the moonlight. It was so beautiful that it looked almost surreal. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

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

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