My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

As I thought of what happened during our meal the evening before, I muttered to myself, "Irvin doesn't seem to like Hendrix and his son."

"Haha... It'd be strange if he did," Freya said, laughing.

"What did you say?" I asked, not understanding what she meant by that.

"Nothing," she replied, changing the subject, "What do you think of his son?"

"He's a very interesting boy," I quipped. Thinking of Wynn, I could not help but squint my eyes and chuckle. "He even called me his mom in the past." Freya's expression turned serious in an instant. She looked at me gravely and said, "You are his mother."

Silence overtook the room.

It was so quiet that even a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

It took a long time before I came to my senses. I opened my mouth and stammered, "Freya... you can't joke about this sort of thing."

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She seemed to have expected my reaction as she collected her composure and added genuinely, "I swear, everything I said is true."

waver and

down to business, she never beat around the bush. I was just struggling to process this bizarre news

Hendrix and I?

then why would I be engaged

that Irvin had been lying

and held onto the cup to ease the trembling nerves within. "In other words, Hendrix

you did, it was to deceive others, but the truth was, the both of you

my thoughts that I had accidentally knocked over my cup onto the ashtray on the table. The coffee spilled, covering the tablecloth

but I gradually stopped. "I know you don't have a reason to lie to me,

could finish my sentence,

"Arianna?"

of high heels against the ground, I turned my head and saw a charming

me as if I was

this is such bad luck! Who let her in?" Frey

of me.. Her face, which was covered thick

between us, everything seemed