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!

he didn't take this matter seriously

a deep breath and tried to calm down. I turned my attention to the couple

grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, but she did not put on airs. She was good at cooking. No, not just good. She had mastered the complexity of cooking.

was, the more he or

together, I think they were really

how you pretend to be lonely, it's useless!" Hendrix's voice rang in my

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eyebrows and nodded at the couple. "Both of them work well together like they already know each other's

and stuttering. When I met his direct gaze, my thoughts short-circuited. Gulping, I avoided his gaze. "Mr. Roberts, I think you have misunderstood me. I just think

his lips. "Is

Fine. I would be more

us was increasingly awkward, so I got up and went to the kitchen. I asked the busy duo, "Guys, is there

today. You just need to have a good rest. The kitchen is

Milton, why