My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Once they left, the entire VIP room fell into silence.

I waited a while and only tiptoed out when I felt that there was no one outside.

When I reached the door, I had a queer feeling that I was being watched. I turned my face to find that the little boy, Wynn Marshall, whom I met at the intersection, was looking at me with a grin.

He stood there collectedly, as if he was not surprised by my appearance.

Just as the awkwardness set in, he took the lead in breaking it. "Did you see everything?"

I was bemused, and didn't respond for a moment. "What?"

"That woman just now." He crossed his small arms in front of his chest, pretending to be an adult. "She is my daddy's fiancee. Daddy doesn't like her, and neither do I. Besides, she doesn't really like me. I like you. You look like my mom. Anyway, someone has to marry my dad and be my mom. Can you be my mom?"

He looked young in his smooth skin, but adopted the tone of an adult. For a moment, I was a little confused about this "like-and-dislike" issue and couldn't help but laugh.

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taught me that to be a matchmaker is to let Daddy and a woman be together, so that

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