My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1917

Seeing that Freya was rendered speechless, Cyril could not put up with it anymore. "Irvin, watch your manners!" Irvin acted as if he had not heard him. He turned around and called the servants, "Please see our guests off."

Cyril may not have had experienced getting kicked out of a house before. Being a young and selfassured man, he stood up and got ready to throw it down with Irvin, but Freya stopped him. Then, the two of them walked out together.

Watching them leave, Irvin stood there for a while before he shot a glance upstairs with an ambiguous expression.

I was lost in thought as I mused on their conversation. I came to my senses just in time and shrank my neck to avoid meeting his eyes.

Everything had been fine a while ago, but I grew increasingly depressed.

Though Freya and Irvin had been considerate of me from different perspectives, they both made the same choice - they did not tell me the truth.

I wondered if the memories hidden in the depths of my mind were really this unbearable.

Even if they were, I wouldn't have been conflicted and felt the pain if they weren't precious to me.

At this moment, I didn't even know whether I had the ability to bear the consequences of getting my memories back.

My days after that visit were long and tranquil.

During the day, Irvin would be busy with his business at the office whereas I stayed at home like a housewife. Apart from going out occasionally to satisfy my food cravings, I spent most of my time and daily routine in the villa.

I may have recovered quite well due to how peaceful my life was. Although I still couldn't gain weight, my spirit was no different from a normal person's, and I no longer spent two-thirds of a day sleeping. Irvin had gotten me a new smartphone, but I barely used it since I didn't have many acquaintances.

One day, Freya actually called me.

"Arianna, let's go shopping together. I'm outside your house. Come out."

Before I could ask her how she knew my number, she had hung up.

Women always got excited when the word

"shopping" was mentioned. I changed into a plain outfit and got into Freya's car.

As soon as I sat down, Freya pretended to ask casually, "How's life with Irvin?" "Not bad."

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At most, Irvin and I respected each other. However, with each passing day, I found that we were running out of things to say to each other. Every so often, when I mentioned the past, he would unobtrusively change the subject. Even though I was aware that he did so to protect me, I still thought of this as an

overreaction.

Nevertheless, Irvin was not in a hurry to repair our relationship, which made me feel very relaxed.

"Really..." Freya nodded thoughtfully. She seemed to have something to tell me, but after a pause, she swallowed back her words.

We went to the biggest shopping mall in the center of the city.

As an ordinary citizen, I was blown away by Freya when she nearly purchased all the new products in a boutique However, I was familiar with the process of picking goods while shopping. Our casual chats from time to time also made me feel

at ease.

After all, in Irvin's house, the only people I could communicate with were the servants. They treated me as Mrs. Granger, and I always felt that there was a big gap between us when we were speaking to each other.

It was a pleasant afternoon to me, but when we left the shopping mall, we found ourselves suddenly blocked by a group of paparazzi.

Over the past six years, Cyril had

gotten himself involved in the entertainment industry in Jaroldi City, and had shot to popularity after being awarded the best actor. As one of his rumored girlfriends, Freya had risen to fame as well.

"Hurry up and hide with me, Arianna!"

Freya said as she pulled at me to run away with her. I found myself getting dragged along like a human doll.

However, the paparazzi were skilled at what they did. In a trice, they swarmed over us and separated Freya and I.

Freya already had her hands full; she wouldn't be able to take care of me in this situation as well. In the blink of an eye, she was nowhere to be seen, along with the paparazzi.

They came and left as fast as lightning, and the paparazzi had a clear target. In other words, Freya had sacrificed herself for my sake.

I was about to hail myself a taxi when I caught a glimpse of Wynn, who was standing at the entrance, staring at me. There was a joyful smile on his face.

"Mom, I've found you again!"