My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Seeing that Freya was rendered speechless, Cyril could not put up with it anymore. "Irvin, watch your manners!" Irvin acted as if he had not heard him. He turned around and called the servants, "Please see our guests off."

Cyril may not have had experienced getting kicked out of a house before. Being a young and selfassured man, he stood up and got ready to throw it down with Irvin, but Freya stopped him. Then, the two of them walked out together.

Watching them leave, Irvin stood there for a while before he shot a glance upstairs with an ambiguous expression.

I was lost in thought as I mused on their conversation. I came to my senses just in time and shrank my neck to avoid meeting his eyes.

Everything had been fine a while ago, but I grew increasingly depressed.

Though Freya and Irvin had been considerate of me from different perspectives, they both made the same choice - they did not tell me the truth.

I wondered if the memories hidden in the depths of my mind were really this unbearable.

Even if they were, I wouldn't have been conflicted and felt the pain if they weren't precious to me.

At this moment, I didn't even know whether I had the ability to bear the consequences of getting my memories back.

My days after that visit were long and tranquil.

the day, Irvin would be busy with his business at the office whereas I stayed at home like a housewife. Apart from going out occasionally to satisfy my food cravings, I

normal person's, and I no longer spent two-thirds of a day sleeping. Irvin had gotten me a new smartphone, but I barely used it since I didn't have

Freya actually called

let's go shopping together. I'm outside your house.

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excited when

was mentioned. I changed into a plain outfit and got into Freya's

pretended to ask casually, "How's life with Irvin?"

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However, with each passing day, I found that we were running out of things to say to each other. Every so often, when I mentioned the past,

overreaction.

hurry to repair

have something to tell

the biggest shopping mall in

by Freya when she nearly purchased all the new products in a boutique However, I was familiar with the process of picking goods while shopping. Our casual chats from time to

at ease.

I could communicate with were the servants. They treated me as Mrs. Granger, and I always felt that

a pleasant afternoon to me, but when we left the shopping mall, we found ourselves