My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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Shaking my head helplessly, I stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "When you can be as concerned about Carney, we'll talk about it then!"

With that, I went upstairs without waiting for his response.

When it was nearly eight o'clock, I received a call from Freya, who was about to head overseas for treatment. After chatting for a while, she hung up and boarded her plane. She was such a carefree person. She hoped that she could come back with some good news.

The next day, Aaron insisted on sending Anne to school with me.

We parked the car at the same intersection as before. Josiah's tall figure stood out amongst the group of children. He seemed particularly conspicuous. However, he dressed very plainly, and had some stubble on his face, he looked ten years older.

so she trotted over to him as soon as she got out

grinned, it was intimate and enviable. Aaron had a look of

Josiah, his face darkened with anger as if he wanted nothing more than to tear Josiah to

a nod and

Hendrix in those first few years. Whenever I thought of those schemes he had hidden beneath that kind face, my heart

to look at him, "Please take care

won't be a problem. Anne is very obedient." Josiah ruffled Anne's hair as they smiled at each other. They looked so

that, Aaron's frown deepened. His face looked terribly dark. He was still engaged in a cold war with Anne because he attempted

as he was literally holding a grudge against a

over and grabbed Aaron's hand, acting like a spoiled child, "Uncle Aaron, can you come and pick me up

so