My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 943

Dahlia's gaze fell upon me. She pursed her lips, looking a little disdainful.

After a few bites of food, I lost my appetite. Naomi proposed going to the second floor for karaoke.

Everyone agreed. After all, they'd missed it every day, while abroad in Europe. When they returned home, there's no way they wouldn't indulge in some karaoke!

The second floor was an entertainment space with a big billiards table in the middle, surrounded by private rooms for singing. The purpose of this design was to consider those that didn't like singing. They could come out to play billiards, which was less rowdy.

"I'm pretty tone-deaf. I can't sing or dance. I can't even rap."

Dahlia was quite similar to me in this regard. She didn't know how to do any of it, but perhaps she did not enjoy such activities either.

After all, nightlife as such may be frowned upon by those with staunch religious beliefs.

After sitting in the private room for a while, I felt a little bored, so I found an excuse to leave.

In fact, it was Naomi who kept signaling me to leave, so that she and Sebastian could sit together and talk.

Sebastian, being a pretty aloof person, probably had a reason for coming tonight. He had probably been provoked by something. He would have left long ago otherwise.

However, he sat there quietly, and listened to the women belt their hearts out.

As I left the private room, I saw a group of men gathering to play the billiards outside, and there were a few girls occasionally mixed in between.

I didn't think billiards was that popular!

There was nothing else to do, so I found a place to sit down, watching the others lounge around.

Suddenly, someone sat next to me. It was Dahlia.

For the whole night, I hadn't talked to her much. When I saw her beside me, I was surprised, and then confused.

"Did you know that man just now?" she asked, sitting next to me with a cold expression on her face.

I saw that she was not looking at me at all. She was looking at the people playing billiards.

That man?

I realized that she was talking about Hendrix. I curled my lips and responded to her after a while, "What's up?"

She played with her hands, "Bad things happen between people, and one just needs to get over them. I can get over what happened in Myanway, but you have to remember that you owe me."

I was lost in thought for a moment, and didn't say anything.

After a pause, she continued, "Since everyone has returned and intends to stay friends, it's inevitable that we'll meet in the future, and it's hard to avoid the embarrassment that way. There are always people you just can't hide who you are from. In that case, we should try to get along."

This took me aback. I stayed silent.

Taking my silence as disagreement, she replied unhappily, "You don't have to look like that. If you want to be so stubborn about it, I'll go elsewhere."

After a moment of silence, I sighed. "Dahlia, sometimes it's not a good thing to think too much about things. I don't think of you as an enemy, and have never thought of doing so."

"Then we are friends!" She held her hand out to me, and said, "Give me your phone!"

I handed her my phone, and watched her fiddle with it. After that she told me, "I've added my phone number. Please, contact me in the future."