My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1849

Huh?

I suspected that I had heard him wrongly, so I turned around and asked, "What did you say?"

"You didn't mishear me. Freya and I met in Mesville. We have been dating for some time," Cyril explained calmly, his blue eyes full of happiness.

He could not fake something like this. When he mentioned Freya's name, he was gentle and careful, like a child showing off his beloved toy. Her name must be something he cherished very much in his heart. What was going on? Freya was at least six years older than him, and she had just gotten divorced. There was no reason for her to get into a relationship with another man so soon.

Cyril seemed to notice my doubts and said sincerely, "This is the truth. If you don't believe me, you can give Freya a call. She'll know me."

That was a good idea.

Without a second to lose, I dialed for Freya.

She picked up almost immediately. Freya's voice was hoarse, and she seemed to have been asleep.

"What is it..."

"There is someone who wants me to be his attorney. He said that he knows you. His name is Cyril Zimmer."

"Who?" Her voice boomed over the phone.

Freya's sudden agitation gave me a fright.

But this also proved that Cyril was telling the truth. I was at a loss for words for a while.

Cyril turned his head and looked at me. He seemed to have expected my reaction, and was looking at me with great interest, like a child who was pulling a successful prank. "Where are you? I'll be right there," Freya's voice sounded heavy as she spoke while getting dressed.

"Southern Police Station. Drive safe."

"Got it."

After that, Freya hung up the phone.

Looking at the contact list on my cell phone, I let out a long sigh.

I didn't want to comment much on Freya's personal affairs, but Cyril was not any better than Zachary I couldn't help but feel indignant for her Why was such a good woman always attracting childish men?

It was inconvenient to talk in front of the police.

After bailing him out, I got in the car with Cyril and waited for Freya.

I swore to myself that that was the stupidest decision I made that day.

Not only was Cyril young, he was also a chatterbox.

"Thank you very much for today, Miss Reid. By the way, can I go to your house to see the twins?"

"No, you can't."

"Alright then. Freya talks about you often. It must be quite the challenge for you and Mr. Roberts to be together for so many years." "Yep."

"Do you think Freya will agree to marry me?"

"Nope."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. She will say yes to me one day. Anyway, I am still young and have plenty of time."

I was left utterly speechless.

Wasn't this brat being a little overconfident?

Just as I was about to open my mouth to shove reality in his face, there was a knock on the window.

"Freya!" Cyril saw Freya first. In the blink of an eye, he unfastened his seatbelt and got off the car.

I followed him out and saw Cyril opening his arms and walking towards Freya. He probably wanted to give her a hug.

But Freya did not return the gesture.

She stretched out a hand, p

against his chest, and sto

it him

with force. "Act normal."

"Am I abnormal?" Cyril's dangling hand slowly fell. Suddenly, he looked

hurt, and his voice was softer al

said My dear wife, I haven't seen you in days. I miss you so much!"

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