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.

the truth.

a child who was pulling a successful prank. "Where

Police Station. Drive

"Got it."

Freya hung up the

the contact list on my cell phone, I let out a

comment much on Freya's personal affairs, but Cyril was not any better than Zachary I couldn't help but feel

talk

in the car with Cyril and waited for

swore to myself that that was the stupidest decision I

only was Cyril young, he was also a

today, Miss Reid. By the way, can I go

"No, you can't."

It must be quite the challenge for you and

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"Nope."

it doesn't matter. She will say yes to me one day. Anyway, I am still young and have plenty of

left

brat being a little

to open my mouth to shove reality