My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Let's go!" I said. Since we were already here, it wouldn't make sense to not go inside.

I didn't drink often. Aaron only brought me here because he knew that I was in a bad mood and wanted to take me out to let off some steam.

We didn't ask for a private room, and only sat at the table in the hall. After ordering a glass of wine, he looked at me and said, "If you are not pleased, you can divorce him. The Reid family's property is just as prosperous and abundant as Mr. Robert's. You'll have more than enough money to go around."

I laughed. I had not drank in a long time. After downing a glass of cocktail, I felt extremely refreshed.

"Why do you think that I'm unhappy?" Squinting my eyes, I held my chin in my hand as I watched a woman dance on the stage. I told Aaron, I'm satisfied with everything. What's there for me to be unhappy about?

He didn't drink the wine. He just stared at me with sympathy in his eyes. "Arianna, promise me. No matter what happens in the future, I will always be your brother. Don't..."

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I sighed. I always felt that he had a lot hidden away in his heart; things that he didn't want to tell me about.

he wouldn't tell me even

a bad mood was not a great idea as one

at the

and I looked over. We saw the woman lying on the

prostitute? You've ruined my mood!" The middle-aged man then kicked the woman's lower abdomen in a

immediately threw the glass in my hands in the man's direction

man screamed in

was not me who spoke, but

with one hand in his pocket. He said in detest, "It's fine if you were born ugly, but to not have

heard the commotion, he rushed over immediately. When he saw Aaron, he smiled apologetically and said his apologies. "Mr. Reid, I'm really sorry that he spoiled your mood. Why don't you come with me to the private

at him and said nonchalantly, "I would like to stay here, is there something wrong with that? But there's a dog in the

conflicted as if he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He casted his glance towards the chubby man and said, "I'm sorry, Sir. We have rules that must be followed. We don't condone public disturbances that would affect our other

so well-mannered as he said this to

he must be the mine owner in the

Aaron and scolded him, "Who are you? Quit sticking your nose