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."

a guest. How

your courtesy for others. I don't really

and Freya, the meal was ready in less than

the sound

jiggling his car key in hand. He happened to turn his head when he went by the kitchen and noticed

"Why didn't you let me know that there are guests visiting us? We

of a head of the family, he

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 his

and sat

hand on the back of the chair behind me, an

was he purposely declaring our betrothal in a subtle

to be engaged, before I was discharged from the hospital, we had already concurred that we would get along with each other as friends. However, these were just two old friends visiting us, yet trvin was not subtle with his behavior

always been such an insecure

a moment before I started introducing them. "This is Mr. Zimmer. We met

Miss Moore. I'm Irvin." Irvin extended his hand

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