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.

that Hendrix had already come back.

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because there were a lot of cars on the road, I was stuck in traffic for a long time.

of the Emperor Club knew me as I had been here with Freya several times before. He

I entered, I was stunned. There were only two men, Hendrix and

not seen Austin in a long time. His face was a little worn

Hendrix did not seem to have drank. He sat still on the sofa, listening

raised his hand and waved to me when he saw me. His voice was

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