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?

heart, and then have a good talk." I was probably

head back

but to take

patted Freya's arm to calm her down. Then,

pulled away, I subconsciously looked into the rearview mirror. Cyril kept trying to inch closer to Freya, but she avoided all of his attempts, not giving him any chance to do as

Cyril, they looked like a perfect match when they stood together. They were entangled with each other,

Freya could always be doted on passionately, it might not be

the morning when we arrived in Ucrebury. After another

passed

a long

anything in advance before coming here? I would've sent someone to the airport to pick you up. The room is not cleaned up yet. I'm afraid you'll have to make do tonight," Roger said as he ordered the servants to go upstairs and clean the room.

get it changed."

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

stammered, looking to be in a

"What's wrong?" I asked.

in there for a whole night. They have passed on for years now, and there no bedsheets

are