My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

This made me confused. "Mr. Roberts, get this straight, no one here is pretending to be your ex-wife, I am who I am, Ariane."

I was feeling very angry and anxious. Without thinking much, I whipped out my identification card from my bag and held it up for him to see.

Although this seemed immature, it was the most direct and effective way that I could think of to prove myself to him.

I thought that an identification card would definitely turn this whole situation around, but Hendrix only craned his head and glanced at it. A meaningful smile appeared on his face.

I suddenly felt guilty from his reaction, and my hands were trembling.

As this was happening, Freya came over and bent down to look at the card in my hand. After realizing what it was, her face filled with embarrassment. She pulled on the hem of my shirt and pleaded with me, "Put it away."

"Why?" I responded. I didn't understand, and it even made me angry. "My face and identity card can't prove that I'm Hendrix's ex-wife, that I am Wynn's mother?"

Roberts's name is spelt

said that, I suddenly felt discouraged as

card, he told

this really just be a

was it really possible for two different people to look so similar in

in my own thoughts, Hendrix breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't intend to lose his temper. He added gravely, "The Golden Roof Restaurant is running well under your command, but I never expected this from you. I expect

Freya, but Hendrix's gloomy eyes were fixed on

and all of the others who treated me like I was the dead Arianna', yet he refused

afford to put up a tough act in

and said, "I'll prepare that

saying that, she pulled me out of the

be able to bear the weight of another person's life,

I wasn't Arianna, and I did not have the right