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

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

watched until I eventually drifted

up 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

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

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

I didn't know whether it

of his mouth were upturned in a gentle smile, which made him look like a gentleman.

clever. As soon as I sat

the other hand, had been paying close attention to Irvin's every

last night, I had been trying to figure

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

lips without looking up at me, but

for a moment before I regained my senses. Then, I calmly said, "I don't

with his