My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Freya held my hand tightly, as if she was afraid that I would go back on my word.

I noticed that she would check behind the car through the rearview mirror from time to time.

It was not until the car had driven for some distance that she let out a long sigh of relief and let go of me.

I pulled at my clothes, tidying it up as I teased her, "You're really as charming as you used to be. You just can't get rid of those pursuers."

Freya rolled her eyes at me in disgust. "What nonsense are you spouting..."

I pursed her lips, not exposing her. This was just something that she had to come to terms with on her own.

Hendrix had booked my flight for me while making sure that Mullen also had a seat in the business cabin to protect me. Freya paid a small fee to join us.

Listening to the roar of the plane taking off, Freya narrowed her eyes and laid on the single sofa in the business cabin with a smile and a look of joy on her face.

first glance, it looked like we were

up with you and that handsome young man?" Bored, we began to talk in private, "You're not here

be rather careless. If it was really as

she pretended to be a timid clown and fled in all directions. Cyril was indeed more powerful than God. In less than

to admit it.

that guy. I'm bored of Jarold

abroad. Men are troublesome."

which one is more troublesome, is it

eyelids drooped, an indication of her speechlessness. "My head has been

response, she quickly put on her sleep mask and covered herself

Since I didn't sleep well the night

at

waiter was a man, and his voice sounded rather familiar. I had probably met him in-flight

removed my sleep mask and rubbed. my eyes. When I