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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there was something odd with her expression. "Are

I could feel that Freya was someone who did not

obvious that she was a

look on her face while saying,

is really important. No matter what, I must tell you today. In fact, you... You know what, forget it.

cautious, I did not say anything

me to the Golden Roof

this at all? Just order whatever you want to drink.

not thirsty, after seeing Freya's

looked left and right before asking,

answered monotonously as I

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

also paid a visit to

said that generally, there were no serious issues with my brain, but the matter of memory restoration was something that could not be

was treading on thin

an empty void and ever life

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

my eyes every morning felt like I was waking up to a strange, suffocating

towards me across the table with a grim expression. "Do you remember him?"