My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 973

The corners of his mouth lifted up, delighted. "She's a fighter? Truly?"

I pursed my lips and studied him. "Do you want to visit her together?"

He deflected my question. "Why was she fighting?"

"A man!" Hendrix had been involved, so it could pass for that.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Bring her some sympathy flowers, and wish her a speedy recovery!"

Sympathy flowers?

Ha!

This man really knows how to piss people off.

I ignored him, finished sorting out the documents, and left. I took a taxi directly to the address Naomi gave me.

It was a bit far from the city, around the riverside garden by the downtown area in the north. After getting off, I called her.

The phone rang for a while before she picked it up, "Hey girl, are you here?"

"I'm downstairs!" "Wait for me!"

Five minutes later, she limped downstairs. She looked a little frail. Her hair was tied up messily, and she was wearing pajamas.

When she opened the door, she looked at the bouquet in my hand and smiled happily. She took them and gave me a huge smile, "How did you know that I liked these?"

"Ah..."

I really hadn't known. If it wasn't for what Sebastian had said, I wouldn't have thought of buying flowers.

Seeing her so happy, I couldn't help saying, "Sebastian asked me to give them to you. I thought it was a little tacky, but when I passed by the florist, I saw this pink bouquet and thought they looked nice, so I bought it.

She snorted, "What a good memory. I'd just mentioned it casually, but he remembered it. It seems that I have a very high chance of marrying a rich man in the future."

When I followed her upstairs, I saw that her house was a mess. I was a little speechless. "May I ask you how you live like this?"

She put the flowers into a vase, picked up the messy clothes on the sofa, and tossed them on the bed. She looked at me and said, "If this room is not messy, I can't sleep."

I had no words.

The house was not very big, only about 80 square meters, with two bedrooms and one living room, plus a small kitchen.

"You live alone?" I asked casually.

She nodded and poured me a glass of water. "There was another girl who lived with me before, and then she moved away when she found a boyfriend. Now I live alone."

With that, she narrowed her eyes and looked at me. "Do you want to move in and share the rent with me?"

"Sure!" I nodded and continued, "But can you clean up? I think I'll have a breakdown if you leave it like this!"

She laughed and said, "If you moved in, I would definitely not make a mess in the living room. I'm in no mood to clean up after myself. If it is too clean, the house doesn't feel lived in." "Then why don't you go home?" She was obviously not short on funds but still chose to live in a place like this.

She chuckled, "I'm free here. We're all adults, and sometimes we need a private space."

Perhaps I couldn't understand that. I shrugged, "How's your injury?" Remembering her limp, I couldn't help but look at her legs.

She sat down beside me and said, "It's no big deal. I was wearing high heels when I fought with Dahlia, so I twisted my ankle."

"What do you want to eat later?" She asked. As the doorbell rang, she got up to open the door.

She looked at me and gestured for me, "Hurry up and think about it. Let's go out to eat."

It was a middle-aged woman. She didn't react to the mess in the room, it seemed like she was used to it. "Miss Attwood, I'm here to clean the house for you."