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.

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

me. He seemed to have expected my reaction, and was looking at me with great interest, like a child who was pulling a successful prank. "Where are you? I'll be right there,"

Station.

"Got it."

Freya hung up the

list on my cell phone, I let

better than Zachary I

to talk in

in the car with Cyril and

myself that that was the stupidest decision I

young, he was

By the way,

"No, you can't."

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

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"Nope."

say yes to me one day. Anyway, I am still young and have plenty

was left utterly

brat being a

was about to open my mouth to shove reality in his face, there was a knock on the