My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2051

Whether it was a personal or social relationship, Freya was able to join in the conversation regardless of whoever it was. The only exception would be for people she disliked.

Aaron chimed in, "It's much too early to celebrate. Jordan is still left. He's not as easy to deal with unlike Nathan and his wife."

He sat beside Emma as he said this. Intentionally or unintentionally, he casually fiddled with her long hair that had fallen loose.

From where I was, I could see that he had Emma in his arms and was enjoying the touch of her black hair. Emma was unusually calm, as though Aaron was invisible. She sat up straight and quietly listened to the others. In contrast, Aaron appeared clingy and delicate.

When Yana was still alive, I often fantasized about this scenario. Although things had changed, who would ever deny the fact that Emma was a good match for Aaron? Fate had everything arranged accordingly, and this was the best arrangement for them.

Realizing that I was staring at him, Aaron simply harrumphed at me. He raised his hand and drew a semicircle in the air. Then he pretentiously placed his hand on Emma's shoulder and held her in his arms. They really loved each other very much.

He must have been traumatized from what Hendrix had said earlier. He couldn't wait to come out on top again.

I wasn't sure if the years have softened him up or if Emma did. Aaron was very happy right now.

I smiled in relief.

reached out to hug me and whispered into my ear,

I looked at him and held his hand. Then I smiled calmly at him and said, "It looks like everyone is having a good

of whether I would be around in the future, we could all calmly put the

wouldn't be happy to hear me say that, so I kept

and smiled. He reached out to tuck some loose strands of my hair behind my ear and said, "It's because you are

very casually, but his eyes were so focused on me, I felt like I could get lost in

say anything,

suddenly called out to me. I came back to my senses. I turned to look at her and said, "Yes,

the genetic

a lively occasion, I didn't want to talk about it. But I knew that this was asked out of kindness,

true. But in

been any symptoms. I

our health. How can we just leave this to chance? Perhaps the

been away for six years, Valerie, who had stunned an entire generation, had also aged. Her eyes looked just as

I was to help her feel at ease and to maintain peace, I would have to