My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After Josiah moved out, Anne talked less than she did before. Other than on the dining table, she barely opened her mouth.

I was depressed after Irvin's funeral. Hendrix was afraid that I would fall sick, so he urged me to supervise at Anne's club every day.

Of course, it was just a nominal supervision.

At first, I just sat there like a statue. I did not want to look too tough because after all, the club was Anne's. She was young. If I was the one barking orders around, she would lose her prestige in front of her employees.

The contrast was strong. Anne was crowded with people around her while I sat alone. It felt like I spent more time dozing off here than I did at home.

Anne was considerate. When she was informed of new matters to handle, she would bring them to me.

She pretended to be in a dilemma. After thinking for a while, she asked me for help, "Mommy, Daddy said that you used to be a director in the company. Can you give me some advice on this?" Naturally, I couldn't ask for more. I took the document over and read it carefully. According to my previous professional experiences, I gave a relatively objective opinion.

After that, Anne would discuss with me a little more before she made any decision. The only time we were not together was when we slept. Just as Hendrix said, we grew closer. We even went shopping together during our breaks.

week later, I received a

in the club, just tell

next to me. I covered the receiver and asked, "Your Aunt Freya is looking for

Anne shook her head and said innocently, "Aunt Freya hasn't been to the club recently. I actually thought about looking for

I became confident. I loosened my hand and said into the receiver, "I think you and

it. What are

about?" Freya sounded

no

I visit?"

the club. There are people at home though.

"No, I didn't."

fell into a strange silence. It was rare to see Freya stammer, and I roughly understood

agreed to share a piece of the cake, but they had been put