My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was no stranger to Freya's face and figure, but when I looked at her smooth, pale back, I recalled the scene I saw back then at the clinic. Taking in her recovered back, I could hardly believe that she had recovered so well in just over a month.

Frey a smiled happily and said, "I couldn't stand the loneliness, so I was very generous with my spending to recover fast....."

She stopped speaking and looked around for a moment. Then she leaned in and whispered, "Though the revealed part of my back is recovered, there are still scars underneath this dress that are still visible. Let's go home and talk. I don't want the paparazzi to catch sight of me!"

I was rendered speechless by Freya's words. Although I knew Frey a was a person who liked acting rash and couldn't stand to be lonely, the fact that she couldn't even stay a while longer in Mesville to let her beauty scars heal was a little surprising to me.

With Frey a and Aaron in the car, my journey back to the Moore family was filled with laughter and joy. I listened as she told us about the surgical skills Mesville had to offer along the way. It was both surprising and amusing, and everyone

chatted up a storm.

Once we entered through the Moore family's gate, her laughter instantly died down.

"You're back," Zachary said, standing in a cluster of greenery. He held in his hand, a drippy watering pot and a pair of scissors. He looked somewhat frazzled. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

as a university professor, his hair soft and droopy. His gray sports suit was thin and monotonous, which gave off

in the highest of spirits. But her presence now was cold and icy as she beamed, "Why are

third parties, Aaron and I moved silently to the side as we did not want to be

villa and hugged Zachary's leg and

and coaxed him softly, "What about our agreement yesterday? You're a grown man, right? Have you finished your homework? You shouldn't

and looked slightly

not throw a tantrum. He

Oliver had calmed down, Zachary headed back to the villa, carrying him in his arms. "Let's go in and talk,"

her temper in the presence of Oliver. Her face remained stone-cold and

upon

Since had been abroad for more than a month and had heavy makeup on, Oliver did not recognize her at first, and

screamed and kicked as

did, but

moment he heard