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.

fear surged in my heart. I was afraid that Anne would walk down the same path as Monique had by opening a bar, becoming the owner, dating a vicious

and had always been very interested. I hope to establish a club like those I had been to, which could not only maintain a secretive atmosphere but also guarantee privacy. A place where people could relax and enjoy or talk about discrete topics without scruple. I did some research on relevant materials online, and for now, no bar in Zuckerberg can incorporate both, so I think it should have

surprise. You're bold, and that

did not speak against Freya but locked his gaze on Anne. The shrewdness in his eyes was obvious. Judging by the

what I knew, if Tobias was indeed interested in Anne, he would try to snatch her away when Freya had

about was Anne's feelings. I was more nervous than anyone else in the room, but had to keep it in to ensure it went unnoticed by her. I tried my best

I had my fists clenched. I was afraid of

and how Monique's

kept

much change in expression, she answered sincerely, "Mom, is liking it not enough of a reason? This