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.

fact, it was not his fault. After all, this was my

feel sleepy after putting down the phone, so I repeatedly stared at the image of my

until I eventually

change in the weather in

opened the door and went downstairs, intending to have a good

whole castle was empty, except for a few foreign servants who'd arrived

their best to get me here, but they didn't prevent me from escaping. I didn't know whether it was because

mouth were upturned in a gentle smile, which made him look like a gentleman. My fate was in his hands. I knew that being afraid wouldn't change anything, so

was very clever. As soon as I sat down, he served me the

hand, had been paying close attention

night, I had been

like this, I can't help but feel that you are about to

and closed his lips without looking up at me, but his

regained my senses. Then, I

with his dark eyes,