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

helplessly and said, "You head back first.

but to take my

down. Then,

Cyril kept trying to inch closer to Freya, but she

Freya was much older than Cyril, they looked like a perfect match when they stood together. They

Freya could always be doted

one in the morning when we arrived in Ucrebury. After another hour of driving, I finally arrived at the

Dalton passed away,

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

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

get it changed."

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

stammered, looking to be in a

"What's wrong?" I asked.

comes back, and he'd sit in there for a whole night. They have passed on for years now, and there no bedsheets in the room,

are