My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Evan found an old document with Irvin's grandfather's signature on it, but I'm not sure yet."

Hendrix was a man who liked to keep a low profile. If he was not more than 80% certain of something, he would not tell me about it.

It was no wonder that Irvin kept telling me to be wary of Hendrix. He must have known what happened that year, so he'd tried to confuse me before Hendrix told me anything.

I was not used to suspecting others with malice, especially Irvin. However, contrary to my belief, he was not the person I'd thought he was.

All of a sudden, Evan's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Sir, we're ready."

Hendrix murmured a response and hung up the phone. "I'll call you tomorrow..."

I brought the phone in front of me and saw that it had returned to the dialing screen. Looking at the only call record, I had mixed feelings in my heart.

Hendrix was not worried about my situation at all.

was not his fault. After all, this was my

the phone, so I repeatedly stared at the image of my

and watched until I eventually

again, it was ten o'clock in the morning. There was no major change in the weather in Mesville during the winter. The sky was grey as if the end of the world was

downstairs, intending

a few foreign servants who'd arrived

know whether it was because they took my

looked elegant. The corners of his mouth were upturned in a gentle smile, which made him look

as I sat down, he served

paying close

the phone last night, I had been trying to

you continue staring at me like this, I can't help

lips without looking up at

I regained my senses. Then, I

head slowly. Then, staring at me with his dark eyes, he said with a faint smile, "That you would choose to be