My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was stunned. Looking at the anger on his handsome face, I was a little scared. I didn't know what to say, so I looked at him motionlessly, a little absent-minded.

He seemed to realize that he'd been too rough. He took a slight breath to suppressed his anger, and looked at me darkly. "When did you go to Myanway? Why did you go there? What happened in Myanway? How did you come back? I want to know."

He stood in front of me, and his tall body almost blocked all light from my gaze.

I stared at him blankly as I said, "It's all in the past. There's nothing to say."

"What do you mean you don't have anything to say? Arianna, are you treating me like an idiot? Even if you look down on me, I'm still your husband, right? Do you think a husband doesn't even have the right to know what happened to his wife?"

never seen him like this. He was angry and irritable, and seemingly

that child, and then I came

experience certain things, you don't feel anything. When you recall them later, you realize how

the time I met him in Myanway, and how Dahlia was hurt because of

doing what you like, but Arianna, you're a married woman. You shouldn't live with Sebastian. If someone notices, it'll cause a

that, but I've just come back. I don't have a better choice for the

it seems impossible. I shouldn't have

His gaze was deep and bright, filled with determination

the benches and looked at the ripples caused by the breeze blowing across the river, as well

ago. After all, if an employee misses work for three days, it means automatic termination. The same principle goes fora marriage.