My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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I was speechless and replied, "What do you want? I will try my best."

He thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you cook a week's worth of meals for me? But you're not allowed to cook pasta every day. I'm going to vomit if that's the only thing I will be having for one week."

His request was reasonable, but I felt embarrassed. I glanced at him and replied, "Mr. Hayes, didn't I tell you that the only dish I know how to make is pasta? Are you sure you want me to cook other stuff for you?"

He pursed his lips. "Can't you learn? I don't care, I only want this. I'm not going to agree to other conditions."

I agreed for now. He didn't mention that the

I finally arrived at the gate of the villa, I was a little stupefied. This villa was way too huge. All the villas in Jarold City had fixed dimensions. It was obvious that this villa was at least twice the size of ordinary ones in Jarold City. Perhaps

really wealthy. This villa looked to be worth hundreds of millions. Were they staying here, or were they using it for other

out of the car, he pursed

This house looked like it was newly built. It was impossible that they bought this plot of

our footsteps. Following the servant, we went up to the second floor and entered a room. As soon as we entered the room, we came

to someone behind the screen, "Mr. Milton, she

person behind the screen replied, "You can leave now!" He paused for a moment before

found that the room was oddly spacious. It was creepy that the house was so spacious, yet there were so few people living in it.