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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as I got into Frey as car, I felt that there

had not spent that much time together, but I could feel that Freya was

obvious that she was

solemn look on her face while

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

cautious, I did not say anything

me to the Golden Roof

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

not thirsty, after seeing Freya's enthusiasm, I

face in confusion. She then looked left and right before

monotonously as I scanned the

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

visit to

with my brain, but

like I was treading on thin ice everyday. The first

void

dream. It felt like

eyes every morning felt like I was waking up to a

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