My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

She was obviously a little surprised. Looking at me with her big round eyes, she said, "Really? Mommy, you can't lie to me."

I smiled and said, "When have I ever lied to you? Hmm?"

"Then, can we bring Bennett?" She asked, looking at me with her lovely black eyes.

I paused for a moment. "Anne, Bennett needs to live with his Daddy. If he goes to Jarold City with us, he will be separated from his Daddy. Do you want him to be separated from his Daddy?" The little fellow shook her head and said, "No!"

"That's why. Anne, we all have things that we want. Everyone's different," I said.

After a long silence, she looked up at me and said, "Mommy, I'll go to Jarold City with you."

I nodded. Everyone had different things they cared about.

I had not decided on the time to return to Jarold City yet. After all, I needed to finish all the work in Hovell first.

Perhaps it was because of the continuous arrival of the Reid family members and Norman that I seemed to be ostracized in the hotel.

There was bound to have a lot of gossip in a place with many women.

I was in the washroom on this day. Before I came out, there were already some people gossiping outside.

of

impossible. Aren't they

powerful families. Otherwise, why would a rich man's daughter like her come to live in this small city? Don't you feel strange?" "You're right. I think we haven't seen the father of her child or heard of him from her before. Is she really

her brother. That's

seemed that no matter how a person lived, he or

suddenly came from outside. "Oh God, I think my period came. Do any of you have sanitary

periods haven't come," the

my period is supposed to come today and I'm wearing

embarrassed when they encountered this kind

door and handed the sanitary napkin to her. Without saying anything,

sudden appearance obviously made

I had already heard all the things that

I continued to sort out the documents, thinking about how I should tell Norman about my

A girl's embarrassed voice sounded beside my ears. Saying that, she put a glass of

looked up and saw the girl that I met in the washroom. She was talking to

personality and I said this almost unconsciously. However, I slowly realized that what I had just said was not very friendly. So I added, "You're welcome. It's nothing." She lowered her head. She bit her lip

her to say the last few words. She was looking

that she should not have