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?

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

head back first. Leave this

to take my leave after bailing

her down. Then, I got

mirror. Cyril kept trying to inch closer to Freya, but she avoided all of

a perfect match when they stood together. They were entangled with each

pursed my lips and smiled. If Freya could always be doted on passionately, it might not

in Ucrebury. After another hour of driving, I finally arrived

passed away,

knocked on the door for a long time before Roger, who served Dalton, heard the noise

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

get it changed."

Hendrix been coming back recently. I can sleep

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

are