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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later, as soon as I got into Frey as car, I felt that there was something odd with her

that much time together, but I could feel that Freya

was obvious that she was

look on her

"This is really important. No matter what, I must tell you today. In

being so cautious, I did not say anything

to the Golden Roof

you have any recollection about this at all? Just order whatever you

head. Although I was not thirsty, after seeing Freya's enthusiasm, I decided to order a cup of latte as a

my face in confusion. She then looked left and right before asking, "Arianna, it's been so

answered monotonously as I scanned the

room was similar to the style of the place where I had an appointment with Wynn previously. Other than that memory, I

visit to the hospital

were no serious issues with my brain, but the matter of memory restoration was something

felt like I was treading on thin ice everyday.

an empty void and ever life

a beautiful dream. It felt like I was walking on empty

like I

across the table with a grim expression. "Do you remember him?" She asked. The screen displayed a picture of a man, and this familiar person