My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I raised my eyebrows and felt worried for her.

If Freya knew that she didn't shake off Cyril and the glass of water in her hand was even personally served by him, she might spit it out immediately out of fright.

It was terribly scary for a woman to lose control of herself. To ensure a safe landing, I could only choose not to mention it. "You'd better get it yourself. Perhaps he'd be more interested in you."

Freya looked at me strangely but did not understand what I meant. She just finished the water and laid down again.

She seemed to be more worn out than me. Perhaps it was more exhausting to be tangled up with youngsters.

The plane arrived in Mesville on time.

When we got off the plane, Freya, of course, met Cyril at the cabin door.

There was an incredulous look on her face when she did - an expression I would remember for the rest of my life.

After holding it in for a long time, Freya finally unleashed her thoughts. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

this

people so

so thick-skinned? Do you

to be Oliver's stepfather. What kind of joke is this?

only listen to her quietly as she ranted on, letting out all the steam she had previously stored within

but at the same

could make a woman hysterical was not only her heart-wrenching hatred, but also her unrelenting love. Obviously, this time, it

front of the hotel, and Frey a

the revolving door, we heard a familiarly crisp voice behind

"Honey! Wait for me!"

did not even turn around. When she heard Cyril's voice, she quickly dashed towards the lobby manager.

an apologetic look, dragging out the time. "Pardon

me a random room. This is my card. Swipe it as you wish. Just me the room card

he handed her the card to

Prey a had already snatched the room card out of his hands, and had made a beeline for

to catch her. He stood at the elevator door with his hands on his hips, exasperated that he just