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.

in my heart. I was afraid that Anne would walk down the same path as

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

surprise. You're bold, and that perfectly suits my

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

indeed interested in Anne, he would try to snatch her away

to ensure it went unnoticed by her. I tried my best to sound calm, "Anne, is

afraid of

her background, about Monique, and how Monique's life had

however, kept her smile

enough of a reason? This is the only thing I enjoy, other than