My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

There was no response from the other end of the line. After a long pause, she questioned, "Arianna, why are you helping me?" Why was I helping her?

I couldn't find a reason at the moment. After considering for a while, I answered, "I have no idea either. But if I don't do anything, I will feel uneasy and uncomfortable. This is not really helping either. After all, you have helped me in your own way, haven't you? So now, we are even."

She said skeptically in a low voice, "I didn't expect that the person who would be heping me in the end would be you. It's really ridiculous. Well, anyway, thank you. I know that it's meaningless to say this now, but I still want to express my gratitude."

I pursed my lips and stopped talking. After hanging up, I felt relieved.

I was not sure if Chloe would accept my help. If she didn't use the bank card, I would feel bad to see her continue prostituting herself in the bar. It was better this way. There wasn't much money in that card, but it could at least tide her over for a while. When she made up her mind, she would probably go back to Ucrebury to accept her family's help, which would be even better.

two women hit it off on the

and shopping, we found a barbecue restaurant in the mall. As soon as we sat down, Freya looked at me and exclaimed, "Hey, what's going on with young girls these

attracting attention because there was a significant age gap between the two of them. Even though they were in public, the woman did not hide her affection for the man. It looked like they were in a romantic relationship

sight of the woman in the arms of the old man who seemed to be sixty years old,

that the difference is at least 30 years. They are practically

"No, that old man looks a little demented. He's definitely senile. This girl must be with him

I indulged gladly. Shirley and Freya were engaged in conversation

of their conversation, they decided to

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