My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1742

The Moore family was very powerful, and there were quite a number of reporters present during Freya's ribbon-cutting ceremony. Therefore, I could not stay with Hendrix all the time. On the contrary, I spent most of my time by Freya's side.

Of course, there was also Zachary.

The both of us were absent-minded, but Frey a was on brand as usual. Whether it was talking to reporters or friends who'd come to congratulate her, she was able to deal with the whole process with ease. It was as if she did not notice the tension brewing.

This made me even more anxious and uncomfortable. I couldn't bear to see her being kept in the dark. Then again, I worried about whether she could accept the truth if she knew.

Finally, the event was over. Freya, as the host, went with her assistant to see her guests off. Zachary and I stayed at the venue.

As he watched Freya walk into the elevator, Zachary tugged at his neck tie and appeared very uneasy.

"You're the one who called her here?" I couldn't even bring myself to be cordial and put on a long

face.

Zachary glanced at me and did not reply. His expression turned even more ugly.

He seemed very arrogant in my eyes. I immediately flared up and said sarcastically, "Huh, Professor Holt. I knew you were good at teaching, but little did I know that your ability to two-time is even better." Zachary remained silent as his face turned red. It was obvious that he was suppressing his anger, and his patience was wearing thin with all the secrets going on.

I continued, "Freya is my best friend. Mr. Holt, you'd better remember what you said. I hope there won't be a repeat of today's situation."

Stephanie, his mistress, came here this day. To me, her audacity to do this was an utter humiliation to Freya. One could only fully understand the hatred through personal experience. I would not allow Zachary and that woman to fool Freya like that.

Zachary was probably provoked. He opened his mouth and wanted to fight back. However, just as he was about to speak, the elevator opened again. Freya, who was holding onto her dress, walked out with an expressionless face.

Zachary had to swallow his words.

For fear that Freya would see through me, I deliberately lowered my head to avoid her gaze.

"What are you guys talking about?" Perhaps Freya was a little tired. She'd suddenly changed into a different person, and there was not a single smile on her face.

It was normal for people to put on facades in life.

"It's nothing." Zachary took over the conversation and naturally walked over to Freya. He held Freya's hand and greeted her kindly, "You've worked hard today. Leave the rest to your employees. Go back and rest."

It seemed like I was not needed as the third wheel.

Freya smiled a little and did not refuse. "Okay, as you say. I'll send Arianna back first."

Then, the two of them looked at me together.

This was too much for me. I would rather take a taxi. "No, the Reid family's driver is waiting outside. You can head back first."

"Well then, see you," Freya said.

After that, the couple walked to the elevator hand in hand.

Looking at their backs, I couldn't help but sigh deeply.

How well-matched the two of them were! How

could such a happy family fall apart?

"If you keep looking at them, you're going to let it show."

Hendrix's voice startled me. I turned around and saw that he was standing less than a meter away from me with his hands in his pockets. The windbreaker on his body was open, and the suit inside was buttoned down. His chest protruded, which made him look stronger.

"Looks like you know what I'm thinking," I said while squinting at him as if I was trying to threaten him.

Hendrix cast a condescending glance at me and sighed. He then walked up to pat me lightly on the top of my head. "You're such a bad actress. How did Sebastian fall for your act back then?"