My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After a long time, he tore his gaze away from me and walked into the hotel surrounded by many people without uttering a word.

No matter where they went, those who carried light within them would always be the brightest amongst the crowd.

Looking at his upright back, I let out a soft sigh. We were back to being strangers when we met again.

A crowd of people surrounded him, and if it weren't for work, I probably would not have made it through this human barricade. I hurried forward to press the elevator button.

I wasn't attentive towards my footing and was suddenly tripped by another's foot. I quickly lost my balance and fell forward.

Needless to say, my knee was in pain when I knelt on the ground, breaking my fall. The sensation was tingling and numbing, sending a hiss out my lips because of the pain. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

This honestly wasn't a big deal. After all, this was such a huge crowd; it shouldn't be a surprise seeing someone trip and fall. However, I did not expect that Hendrix would stop and walk towards me. He pulled me up from the ground without hesitation. After four years, his features grew sharper, gentler. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head and steadied myself. Withdrawing my hand from his palm, I flashed him a small smile and said, "Thank you!" Then, I endured the pain as I walked forward to press on the elevator button.

In the elevator.

"Mr. Roberts, this is Arianna Reid. She's in charge of our hotel reception. Miss Reid will also be responsible for arranging your schedule for the

look at me. His gaze paused for

attention to it at first, but with my head hanging low as I followed him around, it was impossible not to

at me and said, "Ar... Miss Reid, regarding the next few days' schedule, you can liaise with Mr. Roberts directly. I'll go get

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't I be liaising with Evan? Why did Evan ask

against the sofa,

us for a moment. I assumed that he was too tired to talk about

said, "Mr. Roberts, you just arrived at Hovell and must be tired. How about you catch a breather first? Once you do,

saying that, I turned

behind me. "Since

and replied calmly, "Mr. Roberts, you're reading too much into things. You're our guest after all. Since you are tired, I should let you rest

me. I kept my cool and gave him a smile. "Mr. Roberts, have a good rest. You can call me anytime during my working hours if you