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.

looked like we were going on

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

could be rather careless. If it was really as I had guessed, this

Cupid's arrow, she pretended to be a timid clown and fled in all directions. Cyril was indeed more powerful than God. In less than a day, he had managed to force

Freya refused to admit it.

do with that guy. I'm bored of Jarold City, and Zachary won't stop

abroad. Men are troublesome."

sure..." I nodded my head dubiously, "So, which one is more

has been spinning for the past two days. Let me have

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

to rest. Since I didn't sleep well the night before in Ucrebury, I decided to rest

the plane's interior speakers, "Dear passengers, we are about to arrive at the destination of

voice sounded rather

rubbed. my eyes. When I saw the person in uniform in front