My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

With that, Milleon got up and walked out before I had a chance to be courteous. His footsteps were swift, as though he was afraid that I would keep him here to get to the bottom of things.

Seeing his comical demeanor, I couldn't help but laugh. This man was becoming very interesting.

After picking Anne up in the afternoon, I immediately told the driver to take us to the Moore Villa.

When we entered, a few servants stood in two rows parallel to each other at the door and addressed us respectfully.

Greetings were exchanged.

I didn't know if I was being too suspicious or not, but I found the atmosphere in the house a little odd. We were just going to have a meal together, but all these servants were standing by, it seemed quite exaggerated.

"You're back," Valerie announced. She had been waiting in the living room for quite some time. The moment we entered the house, she came over to hold Anne and gushed, "Anne, did you miss me?" "Yes, Grandma! Why haven't you come to visit me for such a long time?" pouted Anne.

"I had work to do. When I get my salary, I'll buy some beautiful clothes for you. Do you want them?" teased Valerie.

want to work and buy them

granddaughter is such an ambitious child. Well, I'll

and the young, were chatting happily. Perhaps it was because they hadn't seen each other for a very long time. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt

were slow and meticulous. He was in his fifties and

sofa next to him, and greeted him with a faint

the cups of tea in front of me. "Have a taste of this year's harvest of

and took a sip. Then, while smiling and nodding slowly, I added, "It has a sweet aftertaste. It's

didn't reply and poured another serving of tea

Anne, but Anne whined about wanting to complete her homework in the study. Valerie couldn't win her over, so she followed along to tutor her. As soon as they went upstairs, a servant came in to report, "Master Moore, a guest

blew on his tea cup leisurely. He

a

sound of footsteps could be heard from behind me.

was a man I didn't recognize. He was dressed in a white shirt and a black windbreaker. A hand-woven cashmere scarf was draped over his neck, and his

a mess, and I couldn't remember anything about this person. I could tell that he