My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix stopped and propped his head on my shoulder and smiled. Most of the time, we couldn't feel happiness as we were striving towards our goals. People imagined happiness to be something far off, something far away to be attained, and they projected that expectation everywhere they went.

It was the same for everyone. As they envied after others' supposed happiness, others also envied theirs.

For about half of the night, I became so drowsy that I fell half-asleep. In a daze, I felt that someone put something on my finger. I couldn't help muttering as I retreated my hand, asking, "What is it?" Hendrix's low and deep voice came over, "Our wedding ring!" As he finished speaking, he bit on my lip lightly.

I was stunned and woke up. Then, I got into his arms and kissed him on the lips. I then said in a sleepy voice, "We're already an old couple!"

When I left Jarold City, I had left the ring and bank card in the villa. I didn't expect him to have had them both with him the entire time.

Under the dim lighting, Hendrix smiled faintly, but his voice was still a little hoarse as he said, "We're just thirty. We've just hit our peak, so we're not old at all!"

Then, he turned over and pressed himself on my body. He found my lips and kissed me deeply.

Since the Lancille Village project had been halted, it was inevitable that the following days would be a little idle for both of us.

because of that, we became even more

to the Milton Group early in the morning and asked Linda and I out for a meal

the project will resume or not depends on our leader. It's useless for us to keep worrying about it. Why don't we go out for a nice meal and treat ourselves?"

and the makeup on her face

better shape. Although Hendrix was quite busy, he still went home every night. He would try not to make me stay up too late, and I could get a good night's sleep. Linda sighed, "I don't want to be so anxious as

project numbered up to more than a hundred. Each person's salary was at least five thousand dollars per month. To delay even one more month would be wasting a whole

After all, it's Mr. Milton who should worry about those things, so you shouldn't think about it. Let's calm ourselves down and have a good meal.

reached the Ocean

car and said in surprise, "Miss Attwood, we all know that you're rich, but you don't have to do this! A meal here would cost us at least a month's salary. Even if you're willing

keys to the valet and said, "Don't be so dramatic. The places you've eaten at are much more upscale than this. Don't fake it. It's not like I'm not asking for anything back. You don't have

I've just been lacking

to a first-tier city, it was relatively less busy, but it did not

most exquisite restaurant in the area, and the