My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

As I watched the commercial vehicle disappear along the turning, I sighed helplessly.

When I was placing the food order the night before, I took Hendrix's preference into consideration and delivered my wallet a devastating blow. I didn't even know if Hendrix actually ate the food or not.

I came to my senses immediately, feeling that something was wrong. Why did I care so much about the father and son duo? Was it because Wynn was just too cute?

Besides, they appeared in my life so frequently that their presence was almost as pervasive as Irvin's.

I could not figure this out.

After returning home, Freya contacted me.

"Arianna, there's something I have to talk to you about," Freya said, her tone even more serious than our last two meet-ups.

"When and where?" I asked. Ever since the incident of being chased by the paparazzi, I had become cautious on impulse.

I stayed home and had a lot of time to watch the news on television after leaving the hospital. There were many scandals that were obviously blocked by paparazzi reporters. I was afraid that I would not be able to get away the next time something like this happened again.

"I'll pick you up later," Freya told me.

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I got into Frey as car, I felt that there was something odd with her expression. "Are you alright? You

much time together, but I could feel that

obvious that she was a

look on her face while

something and continued, "This is really important. No matter what, I must tell you today. In fact, you... You know what,

being so cautious, I

me to the Golden Roof

restaurant, do you have any recollection about this at all? Just order whatever you want to drink.

thirsty, after seeing Freya's enthusiasm, I decided to order a cup of latte as a

at my face in confusion. She then looked left and right before asking, "Arianna, it's been so long. Have you not recalled

as I scanned the

to the style of the place where I had an appointment with Wynn previously. Other than that

visit

with my brain, but the matter of memory

was treading on thin ice everyday. The first half

an empty void

a beautiful dream. It felt like I was walking

morning felt like I was waking up to a strange,

heavy sigh, picked up her cell phone, and pushed it towards me across the table with a grim expression. "Do you remember him?" She asked. The screen