My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It was a familiar face. We were not close, but I knew who she was.

It was Dahlia. She picked up her ticket, glanced around as if trying to hide from someone and hurriedly went to the International boarding gates.

She was going abroad? Where to?

I didn't know her very well, so I did not want to pry into her affairs. Seeing her leave, I didn't stay any longer. I took my plane ticket and went towards my gate. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Somehow, I had recently had a habit of doing some reading before boarding. It was a good hobby after all.

After a four-hour flight, it was late when I arrived at Jarold City. As I got off the flight, I switched on my phone. There were still no messages from Hendrix, and I felt quite distressed.

It was eight o'clock in the evening and I wasn't sure if Anne was asleep already. After a moment's thought, I decided against calling her and took a taxi to the hotel directly, planning to see her only the next morning.

The receptionist was a little slow. She was speaking on the

hurry anyway. So, I looked at her with a gentle smile and didn't urge

said apologetically, "Sorry, miss. We are fully booked, we can't check-in for

stunned and asked, "It's only eight o'clock and all the rooms

National Day holidays. Recently, we have had a few tour groups checked in. And

National Day parade soon, and Jarold City was heavily populated

pondering, I called Freya. Luckily,

"There is

help me with."

said frankly, "Sure, what is it? I'd never

at her response and said, "I am now in Jarold City. The hotels are all full. I might need to stay at your house for

Where are you? I'll come to pick you up. My family home has so many vacant rooms. Instead of going to a hotel, you should have called me

immediately sent