My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

With such a handsome man sitting in the office, the few girls could not do any work at all. They had their eyes on him. Someone asked curiously, "Who is this man? What is his relationship with Arianna?"

"He seems to be the president of an IT company. His name is Aaron Reid, and he is Charles Reid's son."

"So they are siblings?"

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"Haven't you heard that Arianna is Charles Reid's daughter before as well? What's so strange about that?"

I shut down the computer. Then, I got up. I looked at Aaron and said, "Let's go!" The sound of discussion was not loud, but I could hear it. I did not like to listen to these gossips, so I chose to stay away from them.

Walking out of the hotel, Aaron smiled faintly. "What would you like to eat?" "I don't have any preference!" I replied.

He had booked places at a restaurant. The restaurant was not luxurious, but was also considered one of the best in Hovell.

He sat opposite me. He looked at me and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"You decide!" I said.

He paused for a while before ordering two steaks. With his gaze on me, he said in a deep voice, "You've lost weight!"

"Did you

at me with honest eyes. "Uncle Charles said you were in Hovell, so

and fell into

he was also in his thirties now. Time had

to return to Jarold City?"

slightly stunned and smiled.

have a better education in Jarold City. Why don't you want

and dry. I raised my hand and pinched the

in the future. Why did we need to talk about these

into silence. Instead of eating, he watched me eat. It was

to Hovell. It was simply too expensive, and I could not afford to eat at such places with my meagre

"I'll send you back?"

for my opinion. I looked sideways at him and asked, "Do you want to go and

little surprised and asked, "Can

her uncle, why

gave a faint smile,

We reached the school.

to the continuous appearances of strangers in the past few days, she seemed to

back seat with Anne in the car. She looked up at me, and looked toward the driver's seat. Pursing her