My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1645

As soon as she finished, she suddenly ignored us and put on a delicate, pitiful expression. She sobbed, "Matt! I was bullied. Are you just going to watch me being bullied?"

The acting almost made me vomit. I turned my face and saw Matt, the person she had called for, wearing a colorful suit. He seemed to be sending messages on his mobile phone. After a while, he looked up and came straight to us.

Seeing this, the woman, Elaine, walked toward the man and leaned against his body coquettishly. She complained, "Matt, I had chosen the most suitable clothes for you according to your temperament for a long time. But that woman packed everything as soon as she came here. The manager was not on my side either."

"Really? Is that true, Manager?" Matt cast a gloomy glance at the manager. The manager immediately lowered his head, as if he was afraid of this guy.

Then, his eyes fell upon us. When he saw Freya, his face revealed a smug expression. "So it's my first love. Looks like we're really fated to cross paths. What do you say, Freya?"

I was extremely shocked.

Was this hipster man Freya's first love? Had she ever been blind?

Compared to his attentiveness, Freya's expression was that of abhorrence. "Matt Forbes, what daydream are you having? That's just your onesided love. I never agreed to be with you. As for you, your taste has become worse after so many years."

Naturally, the last sentence was directed to Elaine.

Freya was known to crush someone without shedding a single drop of blood. When Matt heard this, he immediately pulled his arm away from Elaine, and put his hands into his pockets. He cleared his throat and bent his upper body slightly, pretending to tease Anne. "Is this your child?"

Somehow, I had a bad feeling. I looked back and found that Matt was calling someone on his phone. His expression was fierce. He also seemed to have seen me. When our eyes met, he suddenly changed his expression and smiled cunningly. It made me feel scared, and I hurriedly sped up to escape.

When I entered the elevator and thought of Matt's last look, I still felt uneasy and pulled at Freya to ask, "Who on earth is that guy?"

Freya's gaze was burning, and there was a look of disgust and helplessness. "A playboy."

"Hmm?" I didn't hear her clearly. "What do you mean?" "He could only think of getting into a girl's pants since he was sixteen. As long as it's a girl, he'll accept any one who looks a little bit attractive. If he's not a player, then what is he?" Freya suddenly gnashed her teeth and snapped. "I feel sick whenever I'm reminded that he liked me before!"