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?

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

sighed helplessly and said, "You head back first.

but to take my leave after

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

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

together. They were entangled with each other, and there

and smiled. If Freya could always be

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

passed

left to guard the old estate. I knocked on the door for a long time before Roger, who

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. "Hurry,

get it changed."

Hasn't Hendrix been coming back recently. I can

Roger stammered, looking to be

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Old Master's and Madam's room every time he comes back, and he'd sit in there for a whole night. They have passed on for years now, and

are