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 talk." I was probably a bad

sighed helplessly and said, "You head back

but to take my leave after bailing Cyril

Freya's arm to calm her down. Then, I got back in

mirror. Cyril kept trying to inch closer to Freya, but she avoided all

like a perfect match when they stood together. They were entangled with each other, and there was even a hint of sweetness and

and smiled. If Freya could always be doted on passionately,

one in the morning when we arrived in Ucrebury. After another

Dalton passed away,

long time before Roger, who served Dalton, heard the noise and opened the door to let us in?

I'm afraid you'll have to make do tonight," Roger said as he ordered the servants to go upstairs and clean the room. "Hurry, take out a new set

get it changed."

and said, "Don't bother, Roger. Hasn't Hendrix been coming back recently. I can

Roger stammered, looking to

"What's wrong?" I asked.

and he'd sit in there

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