My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Calmly, I watched him run away. I remained seated as I took a sip of my warm tea.

"You can try and run, but there's no escape now. As long as I'm alive, this entire world is your prison, Jordan."

It was like the four years I spent in Hovell, but Hendrix was always in my heart. No one could change that. Just because Jordan could not see or feel my love for Hendrix, it did not mean it was not there. After Jordan left, I contacted Freya. I was hoping to use her name to get Cyril to meet me.

Freya hesitated. She was in a tough position. "I can't guarantee that he'll show up, but I'll give it a try for you."

Honestly, I could not tell if she was stupid or not. As if Cyril would ignore her words.

As expected, he immediately pushed back his plans and agreed to meet at the Golden Roof Hotel.

Of course, he didn't know that the person who really asked him out was me, so when he approached the room, he had his guard down. "Freya, I'm surprised that you forgave me so quickly..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw me waiting inside. While rubbing the back of his head, he asked, "Arianna? Why are you here? Where's Freya?"

his surroundings in

you out. Freya isn't here." I raised my chin and pointed to the sofa

me everything. "I know. You came here to stand up for Freya, but

than you, but that doesn't mean that I'm

more or less understood what went on. Cyril could not escape his family's arrangement and ended up going on

wonder Freya was acting so weirdly when I asked her to stay earlier. It seemed like

why I'm looking for you," I said, "But I believe

Cyril was pleasantly

doesn't matter whether I believe

to delay things for too long. You said it yourself, it has been seven years, yet you still haven't

wants out

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want that? Freya is the one who refuses to date me. I want

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