My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Was he acting like a spoiled child?

He was over 1.8 meters tall, dressed in leather and jeans. He was a hunk outside, but was a little puppy on the inside. How interesting.

Had Freya changed her preference?

Wait! Wife?

I took a deep breath, shocked. Freya had only been abroad for a little over a month and she was married?

Freya saw my confusion and quickly explained, "Stop imagining things. Things are not what they seem."

"Why not? You will marry me eventually. By then, you will be my wife," Cyril didn't give up and argued.

"Shut up." Freya rolled her eyes coldly. "It was just a one-night stand."

Cyril's expression turned more aggrieved. "So, you won't take responsibility then, my dear?"

Freya was so mad that she glared at him.

I couldn't help chuckling. Who would have thought that the sharp-tongued Miss Moore would be speechless one day?

think you should first comfort this child's injured heart, and then have a good

helplessly and said, "You head back first. Leave

had no choice but to take

to calm her down. Then, I got back in the car

rearview mirror. Cyril kept trying to inch closer to Freya, but she avoided all of his attempts, not giving him any chance

when they stood together. They were entangled with each other, and there was even a

always be doted

when we arrived in Ucrebury. After another hour of

Dalton passed

old estate. I knocked on the door for a long time before Roger, who served Dalton, heard the noise and opened the door to

would've sent someone to the airport to pick you up. The room is not cleaned up yet. I'm

get it changed."

said, "Don't bother, Roger. Hasn't Hendrix been

looking to be

"What's wrong?" I asked.

he'd sit in there for a whole night. They

are