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."

didn't mention that the dishes cooked needed to

had fixed dimensions. It

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

had to drive a long way before it reached the main building. When we arrived, a servant was already waiting at the entrance. When Tobias and I got out of the car, he pursed his lips and remarked, "This villa is almost as big

looked like it was newly built. It was impossible that they bought this plot of land in black

echoes 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 face-to-face with a large

behind the screen, "Mr.

screen replied, "You can leave now!" He paused for a moment before muttering, "Miss

my surroundings and 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. There was an eerie vibe