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

when one was in a bad mood was not a great idea as one could get

suddenly slapped a woman at the next table, causing her

the woman lying on the ground, her

prostitute? You've ruined my mood!" The

hands in the man's direction

screamed in pain, "Who threw

was not me

one hand in his pocket. He said in detest, "It's fine if you were born ugly, but to

immediately. When he saw Aaron, he smiled apologetically and said his apologies. "Mr. Reid, I'm really sorry

at him and said nonchalantly, "I would like to stay here, is there something wrong

looked 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

well-mannered as

hanging around his neck, he must be the mine owner in the north west area. He must be very despotic as he was rich enough to purchase a house in Jarold

scolded him, "Who are you? Quit sticking your nose into another man's