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?

were definitely not lovers, and friends did not necessarily have to share similar

a moment and looked even more confused. "It's me, Cyril. What's up with

because I didn't recognize him, or that

murmured his name,

no recollection

please stay away from her," Irvin stated

From a distance, it seemed like we

annoyed by what he said. He turned his head and asked,

Cyril. He

from being confronted that way by Irvin. Suddenly, thick tension seemed to have set into the spaces

sure that I was safe before he

am

back and

friend's boyfriend.

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angry that his face turned red. "Nonsense, I didn't hear