My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The relationship between Zachary and Freya had always been enviable. Emma had often praised Zachary for being romantic and thoughtful. She was a complete Zachary fangirl. This incident completely shattered that fantasy.

I was thinking that maybe it was time to review and review my taste in choosing clothes. There was a saying that clothes make the man. If Hendrix wore clothes of the same style as Zachary's, would this happen to us?

For the people who knew, the most difficult thing was not to keep the secret, but to pretend nothing had happened in front of the parties involved.

Freya paid special attention to Aurelia and Wynn. She came to our house with Oliver every few days and would stay there for a whole day. Before I left the mall, I received a WhatsApp message from her, urging us to hurry back.

Both Emma and I were not people who knew how to lie. We exchanged glances and were prepared to wait outside until it was dark.

Zachary appeared at the door as soon as we found a coffee shop to sit down.

With his tall height, he found us at a glance and walked towards us politely.

Emma left him a seat, and then sat down beside me.

typical ways men reacted when they were exposed. They were either flustered or angry, but

of a university professor. He spoke with the waiter in a gentlemanly and decent manner as if we were not here to ease any awkwardness, but was simply at

were deceived by his humble

looked down and then up. When he saw my impatient expression,

doubt. He clearly knew

sighed and took a sip of coffee before looking straight into my eyes. "I will explain this to Freya, but I hope that none of you

when?" I asked

deep breath and pushed his glasses up to his nose. With an embarrassed expression, he said, "As soon

I hope that you will do as you say. Don't let us look down on

mannerisms made me feel disgusted with him. With that, I put down the payment for our

the way back, I

far as I could see, Freya was nothing less than the woman Zachary had cheated with, but

world of scholars, love

when we arrived home. I thought that Freya had already left. When we walked into the living room, we found that