My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1850

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?

child's injured heart, and

and said, "You head

choice but to take my leave after bailing

Then, I got back in the

looked into the rearview mirror. Cyril kept trying to inch closer to Freya, but she avoided all of his attempts, not

stood together. They were entangled with each other, and

always be doted on passionately, it might not

in the morning when we arrived in Ucrebury. After another hour of driving,

passed

a long time before Roger, who served Dalton, heard

pick you up. The room is not cleaned up yet. I'm

get it changed."

Roger. Hasn't Hendrix been coming back recently. I can sleep

to be

"What's wrong?" I asked.

the Old Master's and Madam's room every time he comes back, and he'd sit in there for a

are

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