My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I wouldn't be surprised if Aurelia had mistaken me for someone else, but Neal was saying the same thing as well, and he sounded firm about it, which proved that the woman they had seen must have

resembled me quite a fair bit.

Even so, it did not mean that they were right to sneak out.

"Aurelia Reid, I'll only say this once. The person you saw just now may have looked like me, but it wasn't me. I would never leave my child behind. Don't you trust me?" I pretended to be serious and angry. Children should know that the outside world was different from home. It was not a place where they could do whatever they wanted. As for parents, they should refrain from letting their children be and overlook their mistakes easily.

Aurelia frowned when she heard that. She sighed in remorse and asked in a feeble voice, "Was that really not you?"

I shook my head indicating that she had mistaken. Freya tried to persuade her by saying, "Your mother, Anne and I were here all along. We've not been anywhere else yet." Aurelia let out a long breath and drooped her head. "I understand. I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

but I'm angry at

with her fingers and eyed the security guard next to her. She lowered her head even lower,

to run into bad people who would sell you off to the black market. After that, you'll never see Anne again, or your mother, and not even me..." Aurelia was stunned for a moment before she started shedding tears out of fear, but she did not dare

moments of tenderness; what was more to

her suppress her sobs broke my heart of steel, and I immediately softened like

forward and squatted to comfort her with light pats on

my neck, and her face pressed into my nape.

and over again. I comforted her, saying, "It's

a long time to

tissue and organizing her clothes, we brought the two children back to

the restaurant was not mad about it. After learning that they were Anne's siblings, the owner generously waived the bill. He even enthusiastically offered us to sit and have a meal together even though we kept refusing his kind gesture. In the end, Anne had to say she was busy and that she had matters to take care of to escape the restaurant owners' insistence. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website