My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1733

The relationship between Zachary and Freya had always been enviable. Emma had often praised Zachary for being romantic and thoughtful. She was a complete Zachary fangirl. This incident completely shattered that fantasy.

I was thinking that maybe it was time to review and review my taste in choosing clothes. There was a saying that clothes make the man. If Hendrix wore clothes of the same style as Zachary's, would this happen to us?

For the people who knew, the most difficult thing was not to keep the secret, but to pretend nothing had happened in front of the parties involved.

Freya paid special attention to Aurelia and Wynn. She came to our house with Oliver every few days and would stay there for a whole day. Before I left the mall, I received a WhatsApp message from her, urging us to hurry back.

Both Emma and I were not people who knew how to lie. We exchanged glances and were prepared to wait outside until it was dark.

Zachary appeared at the door as soon as we found a coffee shop to sit down.

With his tall height, he found us at a glance and walked towards us politely.

Emma left him a seat, and then sat down beside me.

In the past, I used to see the typical ways men reacted when they were exposed. They were either flustered or angry, but I had never seen anyone as calm as Zachary.

He sat on the opposite side, each pore exuding the confidence and self-restraint of a university professor. He spoke with the waiter in a gentlemanly and decent manner as if we were not here to ease any awkwardness, but was simply at a regular small gathering.

In the past, we were deceived by his humble appearance.

When the coffee was served, Zachary looked down and then up. When he saw my impatient expression, he was a little embarrassed and avoided it. "You guys saw everything just now."

There was no doubt. He clearly knew when we didn't answer.

Zachary sighed and took a sip of coffee before looking straight into my eyes. "I will explain this to Freya, but I hope that none of you will interfere."

"Okay, when?" I asked calmly.

Zachary took a deep breath and pushed his glasses up to his nose. With an embarrassed expression, he said, "As soon as possible."

"Alright, I hope that you will do as you say. Don't let us look down on you."

For some reason, seeing his regular mannerisms made me feel disgusted with him. With that, I put down the payment for our drinks and left the cafe with Emma.

On the way back, I couldn't calm down.

As far as I could see, Freya was nothing less than the woman Zachary had cheated with, but this had still happened.

Perhaps in the world of scholars, love was disposable.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening when we arrived home. I thought that Freya had already left. When we walked into the living room, we found that the dining room was very busy. Only then did I find out that Charles was back.

"Mom is here for dinner!" Anne ran over and pulled me to the dining room.

After exchanging looks with Emma, we sat down.

Freya happened to be right beside me and gently nudged my elbow. "What have you girls been up to? You didn't reply to my message. Was there anything urgent? I doubt that!" "I'll talk to you about it later." I pretended to be busy because of the situation, and swallowed my words.

Freya was a straightforward person, so she naturally did not think much of it.

Clink! Clink! Clink!

Charles suddenly picked up the spoon and knocked it against the wine glass in his hand, calling everyone to pay attention.