My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He glanced my way for a while before suddenly turning back to look at me once more. He stared at my thin lips and looked shocked for a few seconds before he came back to his senses as he hastily made his way towards me.

He had been too flustered, so he ran into a passing waiter and coffee spilled onto his coat.

"I'm sorry, Sir!" The waiter guiltily reached out and started wiping away at his coat.

"No need." The man pushed him away, and his eyes were still fixed on me. "Arianna... You're alive?"

He stammered emotionally. After collecting himself for a bit, he said again, "Arianna, why didn't you tell Freya you're in Jarold City?"

"Do we know each other?" I asked in surprise.

It seemed that I was much older than this man. I didn't think I would know such a gorgeous man.

Even if I couldn't remember anything, just by looking at the menu, I was almost completely sure that I was nothing but an ordinary person who wouldn't come to places like French restaurants often.

With a background such as my own, how could I be familiar with this wealthy man?

and friends did not necessarily have to

looked even more confused. "It's me, Cyril. What's up

was getting a little hysterical as he spoke. Perhaps it was because I didn't recognize him, or that I didn't

his

had no recollection

from her," Irvin stated

the table while waiters were scattered around us. From a distance, it seemed like we were in the middle of a heated confrontation. It was no wonder Irvin misunderstood the

by what he said. He turned his

Cyril. He must

Irvin. Suddenly, thick

looked at me to make sure that I was safe before he replied, "I am

so am I."

his back

her best friend's boyfriend. Wouldn't you say that

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turned red. "Nonsense, I didn't hear anything about