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. I was at

at me with great interest, like a child who was pulling a successful

Station. Drive

"Got it."

hung up

on my cell phone,

but Cyril was not any better than Zachary I couldn't help but feel indignant

inconvenient to talk in front

got in the car with Cyril

to myself that that was the stupidest decision I made

Cyril young, he

much for today, Miss Reid. By the way,

"No, you can't."

must be quite the challenge for you and Mr. Roberts to be together for

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"Nope."

one day. Anyway, I am still young and have

was left

brat being a little

to open my mouth to shove reality in his