My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Milleon's words were exactly what I wanted to hear.

"Well, I look forward to working with you," I answered.

A handshake later, the matter was settled.

Even while bidding farewell to Milleon downstairs, he still held on to my hand and thanked me profusely, "Miss Reid, we were destined to meet. From now on, we're good friends. If you need anything, feel free to let me know. Please don't hesitate!"

"I won't. Off you go." I smiled as I sent him off. I was inexplicably relaxed.

This person lacked self-restraint, but he was an uncomplicated man. I could tell that there was no need to beat around the bush when dealing with this kind of person.

reminded me,

turned my head to look at him, then shifted my gaze toward Milleon's striking Cayenne. "Don't worry, I'll let him know personally. He loves entertainment, so he'll definitely be interested in this," I said leisurely. In the afternoon, I got off work early intentionally. Before returning home, I picked Anne up and we went to the supermarket to buy ingredients for the meals we were

habit for me to send Hendrix a message on the phone to invite him over before I start cooking. As for whether he would be able to adjust his schedule and come over, that was up to

for the sake of Bate

of abalone for Aaron while grinning

the abalone in his bowl. His eyebrows raised as he teased, "Wow, this is unexpected. You still have the

Aaron crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned back onto the chair leisurely. He asked faintly, "What's with the sudden interest, what intentions are you hiding? Tell me, what the devil are you up to?" "Devil? Mom, where

scenario. I stretched out my hand and stroked her head while assuring, "There are no devils here. Uncle Aaron meant that you're very clever, and that you're a lovely, smart little devil!" "Really? Thank you, Uncle Aaron!" Anne gushed while playing, satisfaction painted all over her face. Then, as if she was pondering about

this. "Again with Mr. Clark. Anne,

me, seemingly to