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!

take this matter seriously

to calm down. I turned my attention to the couple in

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 complexity of

someone was, the more he or she actually desired to be

them together, I think they were

you pretend to be

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the couple. "Both of them work well together like they

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

lips.

be more irritated if he

I could feel Hendrix's stare burning into me. The atmosphere between us was increasingly awkward, so I got up and went to

told you that you are a patient today. You just need to have a good

at Sebastian and said, "Mr. Milton, why don't you go to work first? I can