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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Frey as car, I felt that there was something odd with her expression. "Are you alright? You don't look very well," I

that much time together, but I could feel that Freya was

she

on her

she seemed to have thought of something and continued, "This is really important. No matter what, I must tell you today. In fact, you... You

so cautious, I did not say

brought me to

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

not thirsty, after seeing Freya's enthusiasm, I decided to order a cup of

right before asking, "Arianna, it's

monotonously as I scanned

the style of the place where I had an appointment with Wynn previously. Other than that memory, I had no other impression of

paid a visit to

serious issues with my brain, but the matter of memory restoration was

treading on thin ice everyday. The first

void and ever

felt like I was walking

morning felt like I was

table with a grim expression. "Do you remember him?" She