My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2182

The manager looked like a completely different person from earlier. He had blood trailing down from his mouth and his face looked like his soul had left his body.

Lucas' slap wasn't something that an ordinary person could withstand.

Since this happened because of us, we couldn't just sit by and do nothing. So, we took out all the cash we had from our bags. "Take this money and lay low somewhere. Don't stay in Jarold City for the time being."

He was clearly unaware of Lucas' background. He fidgeted with the money then refused, "No, ladies. We're just doing our duty."

I opened up the manager's fist and stuffed the money onto his hand. "If you want to live, listen to me."

"I..." The manager looked at me and then at Cyril next to him. After getting his consent, he accepted the money. "Thank you very much!"

"No worries. Get to the hospital quickly. You were hit on the head. Don't ignore it." "Understood. I'll leave right now." As he said this, he signaled towards the security guards who were holding him up before staggering out of the dining area and disappearing through the kitchen door.

As soon as they left, Cyril's personality changed completely. He seemed more like a little puppy as he asked Freya, "Are you okay?"

As he asked her this, he went to hold her hand, but Freya avoided his hand.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

"Please be aware of yourself, Mr. groom."

She had deliberately emphasized "Mr. groom". It seems that Freya still cared about his. His boutonniere wasn't very big, but it was big enough for her to notice it.

He looked down at the boutonniere on his chest and quickly removed it. "D*mn, do you mean this? This is just a prop. I've just finished filming a wedding scene on set, and I came over to see all of you."

He paused for a moment before turning towards Freya and asked apprehensively, "Why haven't you been replying to my messages?" "Replying to what?" Freya wasn't even looking at him.

"Anything." Cyril looked at her sincerely and passionately. "I've been casually sending you stuff about my daily life. Similarly, I'd like to know what you're doing." "Well, you've already seen it for yourself now, haven't you? Can I leave now?" She was acting very cold towards him.

The atmosphere was slowly turning awkward. Cyril seemed to have gotten used to her constant refusals. He still smiled and put with her "Sorry, I haven't been

I used to. I've been very busy with shoots. When this is all over, let's go abroad and have some fun for a few days. How does that sound?"

contacting you as often as

"As you wish." Freya seemed impatient. Without waiting for his reply, she shook off his hand and walked towards the door. "Arianna, let's go." "Oh, you're leaving already? Freya, hey..."

Cyril called after her twice, but Freya didn't stop. Instead, she quickened her pace.

Cyril had no choice but to shake it off. He pretended to be unbothered and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm fine. You guys should go and accompany Freya. Have fun."

I nodded and chased after Freya with Anne. "See you later then."

I looked back into the room when I reached the door. Cyril was sitting on a chair like a withered plant. He looked deflated.

"Honk honk..."

Freya honked her car horn twice. I quickened my pace and pulled the door open, taking a seat at the back..

As soon as I got into the car, Freya drove off.

Everyone was quiet in the car. I

recalled what had happened at the

restaurant, and couldn't help trying to look at Freya's expression through the rearview mirror.