My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Huh?

I suspected that I had heard him wrongly, so I turned around and asked, "What did you say?"

"You didn't mishear me. Freya and I met in Mesville. We have been dating for some time," Cyril explained calmly, his blue eyes full of happiness.

He could not fake something like this. When he mentioned Freya's name, he was gentle and careful, like a child showing off his beloved toy. Her name must be something he cherished very much in his heart. What was going on? Freya was at least six years older than him, and she had just gotten divorced. There was no reason for her to get into a relationship with another man so soon.

Cyril seemed to notice my doubts and said sincerely, "This is the truth. If you don't believe me, you can give Freya a call. She'll know me."

That was a good idea.

Without a second to lose, I dialed for Freya.

She picked up almost immediately. Freya's voice was hoarse, and she seemed to have been asleep.

"What is it..."

"There is someone who wants me to be his attorney. He said that he knows you. His name is Cyril Zimmer."

"Who?" Her voice boomed over the phone.

Freya's sudden agitation gave me a fright.

this also proved that Cyril was telling the truth. I was at a loss for words

was looking at me with great interest, like a

Police Station.

"Got it."

that, Freya hung up the

list on my cell phone, I let out a long

comment much on Freya's personal affairs, but Cyril was not any better than Zachary I couldn't help but feel indignant for her Why was such a good woman always attracting childish

to talk in

out, I got in the car with Cyril and

that was the

only was Cyril young, he was also

you very much for today, Miss Reid. By the way, can

"No, you can't."

talks about you often. It must be quite the challenge for you and Mr. Roberts to be together for so many years."

will agree to marry me?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

"Nope."

one day. Anyway,

left

being

as I was about to open my mouth to shove reality in his