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?

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

and said, "You head back

but to take my leave after bailing Cyril

her down. Then, I got back

away, I subconsciously looked into the rearview mirror. Cyril kept trying to inch closer to Freya, but

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

could always be doted on passionately,

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

passed away,

a long time before Roger, who served Dalton, heard the noise and opened the

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

get it changed."

Hendrix been

Roger stammered, looking to be

"What's wrong?" I asked.

he comes back, and he'd sit in there for a whole night. They have passed

are