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!

didn't take this

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

looked careless and impatient, but she had depths. She was actually good housewife material. She 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

colder someone was, the more he or she actually desired

together, I think they were really

your husband. No matter how you pretend to be

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

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

his lips.

explain. Fine. I would be more irritated if he continued

between us was increasingly awkward, so

"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

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