My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Grandma said that seventeen, eighteen-year-old girls would be shy in love. They lowered their heads and blushed all the time. When they reached the age of twenty-five, twenty-six, they would love fearlessly. By the time they were over thirty, their love would be calmer as if there's no love at all.

In my opinion, love after thirty was the same as water. The depth of one's love would change according to the people around them.

Love after thirty would be like silent raindrops. It would integrate into one's daily life and grow with one's age because one's health could not be ignored as one aged.

We looked forward to seeing our partner being able to accompany us for a lifetime in good health, hoping that they will not leave us halfway, and leave us to bear the pain for the rest of our lives.

After chatting with Hendrix for a while, I hung up the phone. I had nothing to do in the Roberts Group. So, I could head over at my own pace.

I dawdled for a bit before taking a long nap. When I woke up, the sky was rather dark.

I looked at the time and found that it was already eight o'clock. I sat up and checked my phone. Hendrix had called me a few times at five in the afternoon.

I got up and rushed out but caught a glimpse of a sheet of paper on the table. I was stunned.

I opened it, it turned out that Hendrix had already come back. Because Austin was looking for him, he

to wake up and eat well. Looking at the blanket on the sofa, I could not help

periods of time recently.

phone was connected, I heard a man's low

on the dining table in the kitchen and said honestly, "I'm not very hungry!

a while, I said, "Wait

home, I could go

villa and Emperor Club was not far. It was only half

lot of cars on the road, I was stuck in traffic for a long time. By the time I arrived at the Emperor Club, an

had been here with Freya several

stunned. There were

a

seem to have drank. He sat still on the sofa, listening to Austin's

His voice was

a look at Austin, who was drunk and rather haggard. The usual sharp-tongued man was lying on the sofa,