My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

In fact, I have nothing to say much about them. Aside from Irvin, Freya and Cyril were the only acquaintances in my life. As for the richest man, whom I had met once, I was livid about what happened the previous night, therefore I didn't mention him to Freya.

Freya gave me a sense of intimacy.

We had a leisurely chit-chat, and it was already eleven o'clock in the twinkling of an eye. I stood up and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. "It wasn't easy getting together. Come join me for lunch." Freya did not refuse. "Of course, I won't leave even if you ask me to." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I cracked a smile, finding that this uncivil and playful behavior of hers felt somewhat familiar.

When I was about to reach the kitchen, I vaguely heard Freya mutter something to Cyril behind my back though I couldn't make out the words.

It wasn't long before Freya came in to keep me company.

"Miss Moore, you can just sit outside and wait. The food will be ready soon."

Freya sighed helplessly. "I'm more used to hearing you call me Freya." "Sorry." I apologized again.

"Forget it, let's not fixate on this. Come, let me help."

How could I ask you

courtesy for others. I don't really regard

the meal was ready in less than half an

start our lunch, the sound of a car getting parked could be heard

happened to turn his head when he went by the kitchen and noticed the two strangers. He patently stopped dead in his tracks. However, the perplexed look instantly

you let me know that there are guests visiting

of a head of the family,

was a spontaneous visit, so I couldn't inform you beforehand." I turned and ordered the servants to get another set of bowls and cutlery ready. Subsequently, I said, "I thought you wouldn't be back this early." Irvin raised

chair next to me and sat

back of the chair behind me, an action as

it or was

would get along with each

been such an insecure

was dazed for a moment before I started introducing them. "This is Mr. Zimmer. We met at the restaurant while this is Freya

Moore. I'm Irvin." Irvin extended his hand out to

twisted their wrists when she held his hand. "Mr. Granger, I haven't seen you in a couple of years. Have you forgotten about me?" "Do you