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

for others. I don't

servants and Freya, the meal was ready in less than

the sound of

to turn his head when he went by the kitchen and

"Why didn't you let me know that there are

of the family, he sounded

another set of bowls and

pulled out the chair next to me and sat

on the back of the chair behind me, an action as intimate as holding me

if I was overthinking of it or was he purposely declaring

get along with

always been such an insecure

started introducing them. "This is Mr.

Irvin." Irvin extended his

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