My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I didn't know much about child education in Jarold City, hence I asked Freya for help on WhatsApp. "Freya, do you know which school is better? It's best if it's a safe place."

Freya always slept late. I wanted to sleep right after I'd discussed this with her and made a decision, but I fell asleep at around ten before she could reply me.

The next morning, Freya called on the phone.

She said, "I'm sorry, I had a social event last night. I went to bed right away after coming back from drinking too much. I've already heard the word regarding Anne attending elementary. If it's convenient for you I'll pick you up in the afternoon. Shall we also take Anne together to have a look?"

That was great. Of course I agreed immediately.

It had been the holidays when I last brought Anne out, and she was always very excited to go outside. The school that Freya recommended was a prestigious school in Jarold City. The environment and security were top notch and the children's family backgrounds were similar to ours. After looking around, Anne and I were satisfied. We decided with the headmaster that Anne would attend school with the children next Monday.

to be promoted to a professor, and she wanted

was going through the clothes, I was sitting on the sofa and

sweep everything home. However, that day, she stared at the clothes in a daze a few times. I couldn't help but tease her "Ever since Professor Holt became your husband, his place in your heart

this, Freya turned her head and looked at me with her pair of beautiful eyes. "Was I not good

that's not it," I replied with a smile while touching Anne's head. "It's just that it's

along the rack. She seemed a little absent-minded. "It's okay, it shouldn't be

all over her face. Naturally, I noticed that something wasn't right. I asked, "Is everything good

I subconsciously recalled that Freya had not replied to the message from the night before. Freya was a good drinker, and she was usually the one at the table who took advantage of others. She would never be drunk and not reply to messages. The reason she'd given was poor, but

can there be? You can't do anything to those women who covet Hendrix, but I will not stand for it. If anyone dares lay a finger on my man, they better not think I'll let them off the hook

and could not