My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Boss," Mullen's emotionless voice gave me a fright. Her face looked blank as she said, "Isn't it enough for you to have private meet-ups with him every night? Do you still miss him?"

"Hm?" I was stunned. When I realized what she was trying to say, my face flushed red. I felt both angry and embarrassed. I retorted, "Mullen, what on earth are you thinking about? Could you please behave more appropriately? I'm just waiting for my friend. We promised to meet here half an hour ago."

"Oh." Miller pushed her glasses up expressionlessly, "Don't wait for someone who isn't coming. It's meaningless to do so."

"Sawyer doesn't want to meet me?" I asked.

Miller shrugged, neither making a comment nor agreeing.

I suddenly felt like I had been tricked. I got so angry that I called Sawyer's number again.

I soon heard a beeping sound. I thought my call had gone through, so I got ready to scold him. But then, I heard the automated voice message say, "I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable. Please..." "He rejected my call?" I pointed at the phone in disbelief. "He actually hung up on me?"

Mullen raised an eyebrow, her face looked nonchalant.

and

are we going?"

"His old place."

been waiting in Sawyer's

walked into the office. Then, the lights switched on. The light was dazzlingly bright,

took off his coat and hung it on the hanger as though nothing had happened. Walking to his desk and sitting down, he then instructed his secretary, "Bring two glasses of water for

returned from scoring a project worth over a hundred million dollars. Why not open a bottle of fine wine to celebrate? Why are you drinking plain water?" I taunted

hearing me say that. He looked up at me and said faintly, "Can't you be

little brother has grown so much. Not only is he standing up to me, but he's also shifting the blame onto me. Since you've already come so far, why don't

at each other as we stood

back into the room with two cups of water in hand. Sensing that something was amiss with the atmosphere, she quickly put down the cups

room. After a moment of silence, Sawyer sighed and looked away from me before asking, "What

should be asking you that. What the hell are you doing?" I yelled. "How long have you

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