My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Linda was also a little drunk from the alcohol. She took her arm and sighed, "You wouldn't understand. In fact, it's best for you to stay like this, having your freedom, doing whatever you want without having to worry about anything. If you want a boyfriend, just go get one. If you don't want one, just do whatever you like on your own. It's wonderful!"

"What's so good about it?" Naomi complained, "Let me ask you then, Linda, what's the meaning in us getting a man? Is it so that he could give us the care we want and also to satisfy our sexual needs?" Linda nodded, failing to notice that Naomi was trying to get some information from her.

"Yes, to satisfy needs, each other's needs!" Naomi spoke. She sighed again, "But, what the f*ck did I get in return? That man you all call Mr. Milton isn't good at it at all, and he won't even touch me!" At the mention, Naomi seemed to feel hurt. She then held Linda and asked, "Linda, do you think that he doesn't like me at all or he hates me? That's why he won't even touch me at all, right?"

I didn't expect Naomi to think like that, and I couldn't help but admire her.

Linda, of course, instantly continued, "It's probably not because Mr. Milton doesn't want you, but It is because of his past trauma. For so many years, he refused to let any woman approach him or touch him because he couldn't get over the incident. Alas, I thought that he had fallen in love with you. Everything between you both seemed normal, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen!"

Naomi calmed down and looked at her, asking, "What did Sebastian go through in the past?"

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