My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After taking a few bites of the fruit, he looked up at me, slightly confused. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head and looked away. I grabbed another fruit. I couldn't just take back the fruit, can I?

Of course, he did not let it go. He raised his eyebrows and asked as if he had just realized, "Did you eat this fruit?"

"Ahem, ahem..." I coughed, choking on my words. Other people would think I was a lunatic.

There was a glass of water on the table. I grabbed it and drank.

He looked at me, eyes dark, and asked, "What's wrong?"

I was not in a good mood and was feeling somewhat depressed. Without holding back my anger, I said directly, "Nothing!"

I seriously suspected that this man had done it on purpose. He pretended not to know what was going on, but in fact, he intentionally did that on purpose!

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tried to calm down. I turned my

up with a silver spoon in her mouth, but she did not put on airs.

a cold person in nature. The colder someone was, the more he or she actually desired

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your husband. No matter how you pretend to be lonely,

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nodded at the couple. "Both of them work well together like they already know

and stuttering. When I met his direct gaze, my thoughts short-circuited. Gulping, I avoided his gaze. "Mr.

his lips.

would be more irritated if he continued to

burning into me. The atmosphere between us was increasingly awkward,

smile, "I have told you that you are a patient today. You just need to have a good rest. The kitchen is full of smoke, so you don't have to come in

looked at Sebastian and said, "Mr. Milton, why don't you go