My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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The gentle pats on my shoulder became even harder to ignore by then, which meant that Hendrix's intentions were confirmed, but I was busy looking at Anne and didn't know how I should respond.

Having lost both parents at a young age, Monique relied on me and her grandmother for support. She was like a seed in the gaps of stacked rocks, living tenaciously. After growing up and learning to be independent, she set up a bar in Ucrebury from scratch on her own and became the youngest owner amongst bar owners in Ucrebury. She abandoned her dignity and blended in with the cohabitated society. Monique was my light in the darkest of days.

Yet, fate did not show mercy to the Caulfields, and she died at her prime.

At the thought of that, my heart felt as if it was tightly bounded by vines, the hardships suffocating me.

moment, fear surged in my heart. I was afraid that Anne would walk down the same path as Monique had

been to, which could not only maintain a secretive atmosphere but also guarantee privacy. A place where people

"Little girl, you're indeed a pleasant surprise. You're bold, and that perfectly suits my taste! I'll invest in this

speak against Freya but locked his gaze on Anne. The shrewdness in his eyes was

interested in Anne, he

keep it in to ensure it went

of

about Monique, and

kept her smile

looked at me innocently. Without much change in expression, she answered sincerely, "Mom, is liking it not enough of a reason? This is the only thing I enjoy, other than mathematics. Can I give it a