My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I got into the passenger seat of the car. I looked over at Evan and said, "Morning, Evan, have you had your breakfast?"

Confused, he was slow to react. After a pause, he said, "Good morning, Madam!"

I smiled. Hendrix must still be in the house as I did not see him in the car. I handed him the breakfast that I'd packed. "You must have not eaten your breakfast yet, eat this while it's still warm." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He blinked in astonishment. Before he could formulate a response, Hendrix got into the back seat of the car and said "Let's go to the Golden Scale Villa!"

"Okay!" Evan said and handed the breakfast in his hand to him. "Mr. Roberts, you have not had your breakfast yet, right? Madam made breakfast, it's still warm, do you want to have a bite?"

I was dumbfounded at Evan. He...

that I was there. He was silent for a while, then answered with a grunt and

occurred to me that they wouldn't

of the car, Hendrix cleared his throat rather

right after we go to Golden Scale Villa. Come with us. There aren't many cabs around here, and with such a long car ride the cab may be reluctant to give you a ride

Uncertain, I said, "Really?"

Roberts?" Hendrix hummed in agreement. I couldn't help but turn back to look at him. He was focused on eating his breakfast as if he hadn't been listening to us at all. Practicality won so I decided to be thick-skinned. I sat back in the seat and

smiled and we

minutes. Wearing a white dress, with her long wavy hair, and

to a stop in front of her. She reached for the back seat door, but couldn't seem to open it. Disgruntled, she looked over at Evan, and reminded him politely, "Evan, I think you didn't open the

pressed a button, releasing the locks. Once the locks were disengaged, Evan and

back seat and Hendrix