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.

Freya took Anne and I to a shopping mall. Zachary was going to be promoted

the luxury brand stores. When Freya was going through the clothes,

been a frank person. Before, when she'd gone shopping, she used to sweep everything home. However, that day, she stared at the clothes in a daze

with her pair of beautiful eyes. "Was I not good to

it," I replied with a smile while touching Anne's head. "It's just that it's rare for you to choose something so carefully. Is

moved two steps forward along the rack. She seemed a little absent-minded. "It's

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

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

footsteps paused, but she quickly turned around and faced her back toward me, pretending to be picking out clothes. "What problems can there be? You can't do anything to those women who covet Hendrix, but

she was a member of the Moore family. She was prideful, and could