My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was going to go straight to Hansburg, but when the car passed by a dessert shop in a building in the city center, I was reminded of when I had eaten at this really delicious dessert shop here before. I drove the car to the shop entrance. After the miscarriage, Irvin had brought me here to eat. It was a rather famous dessert place, so it was no surprise that long lines could be seen here almost on the daily. When I arrived, the store had just opened. It was early on a weekend morning, so there was no queue.

After walking around the shop, I chose a few desserts, all of which were earl-grey flavored. As I was paying, the cashier looked at me with a smile and said, "Miss, as the first customer of the day, you're entitled to get a free dessert. You may choose anything you'd like."

I couldn't believe that a sales gimmick like this would exist. Thus, I chuckled and let out a burst of soft laughter and answered, "Is that so?"

Although I knew that I couldn't finish them all, I still felt delighted. Who wouldn't be, when they had a pleasant surprise while shopping? It was like finding a ten dollar bill by the road side; although it wasn't much, it was still something to smile and feel lucky about.

I came out of the store with some desserts and felt much better. When I lowered my head to look for the car key, I was suddenly bumped into by a passerby who was eagerly trying to cross the road. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The man apologized in a hurry as he walked right across the road.

I felt a little sad once I realized that bumping into the man had crushed some of the desserts. I quickly found somewhere to sit down to enjoy the desserts.

As I sat in the crowded city, the breeze in Jarold City felt chilly against my face. After eating a few mouthfuls of desserts, I couldn't stomach any more.

I looked at the rest of the uneaten dessert and couldn't help feel that it was such a waste, leaving them uneaten. After hesitating for a moment, I got up to throw them into the trash.

the hotel you arranged for has been booked." I heard someone say

hands into the trash and side-eyed the source of the voice. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

of documents into a black Bentley on the side

late, so it was time for me to

the man sitting in the backseat. He

Irvin!

He... was that him?

the car, leaving the bag

as I yelled his name, the man in the car seemed to hear a

the document with a poker face, closed the door,

behind the car and shouted a few

at all. The black Bentley arrived at the intersection and

again, but in my hurry,

been hit by