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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breath and tried to calm down. I turned my attention

was actually good housewife material. She grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, but

in nature. The colder someone was, the more he or she actually

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pretend to be lonely,

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well together like they already know each other's actions well. They talk and laugh easily, don't

Gulping, I avoided his gaze. "Mr. Roberts, I

lips. "Is

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in the kitchen, I could feel Hendrix's stare burning into me. The atmosphere between us was increasingly awkward, so I got up and went to the kitchen. I asked the busy duo, "Guys, is there anything I can do for

are a patient today. You just need to have a good rest. The kitchen is full of smoke, so you don't have to

said, "Mr. Milton, why don't you go to work