My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He lifted an eyebrow. "My hand hurts."

That was all he bothered saying. I decided to just follow along despite my doubts.

Andrea stood there, her delicate face a little pale.

After being busy with the Lancille Village project for a few days, I was glad to finally have some days to rest.

With Thanksgiving approaching, I was thinking about asking for leave from Sebastian to go back to the capital.

The past few days, Anne had been calling me saying that she missed me. And in truth, this mother missed her child too.

Saturday afternoon, Hendrix had an appointment with Sebastian to talk about the upcoming events relating to the Lancille Village project. With some time on my hand, I planned to pack up in the villa and then go back.

However, I didn't expect Andrea to call. "Arianna, do you have time?"

she had nothing good to say to

want to

not a big deal. I just heard that you froze to death some time ago, so I wanted to

at the phone. How did she know

your concern, Miss Burton," I

time. I wanted to talk to you about what

matter since it happened. I haven't kept up and had almost forgotten about it. Why would she suddenly call me about it. Was it

was running out of

someone to investigate. I accidentally found something. But since you are not interested, then forget it." "Send me

then hung up the

not difficult to find the cafe. She was there when I arrived and had already ordered a cup of coffee. She made quite a picture,

slight squint in her eyes. Then she gracefully took a sip of coffee and raised her eyebrows at me. "This coffee still tastes good when it's bitter.

teeth at the dig. I

juice. When she remained silent, I said impatiently, "Miss Burton, are we just