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."

for now. He didn't mention that the dishes cooked needed

had fixed dimensions. It was obvious that this villa was at least twice the size of ordinary ones in

looked to be worth hundreds of millions. Were they staying here, or were

a servant was already waiting at the entrance. When Tobias and I got out of the car, he pursed his lips and

It was impossible that they bought this plot

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 face-to-face with a large

maid said respectfully to someone behind the screen, "Mr.

behind the screen replied, "You can leave now!" He paused for a moment before muttering, "Miss Reid is quite punctual. It seems

room was oddly spacious. It was creepy that the house was so spacious, yet there were so few