My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 681

Ian looked at me, then at Eunice. "How did the both of you end up coming back together?"

Eunice quickly said, "We bumped into each other in the yard downstairs. I hadn't seen Miss Reid for years; I always wanted to thank her, so we chatted for a bit."

Joe asked in confusion, "When did the two of you meet each other?"

"Four years ago!" As Eunice was talking, her gaze was fixed on Aaron. She smiled and continued, "If not for Mr. Aaron and Miss Reid's help four years ago, I would've ended up dead. Since we got to meet today, naturally I'd have to say my thanks to them."

I pursed my lips. I felt that there was more to her agenda than she let on, but I couldn't point out what was amiss at the moment.

Aaron frowned slightly, as if he had long forgotten this person's existence. But he had always been less talkative to outsiders, so he kept quiet.

Yana was a little taken aback to hear this. She lowered her head and fell into silence once again.

Freya glanced at Eunice with raised brows. "The two of you are really kind, saving a girl and helping her become a white-collared worker today. Not bad!"

She was obviously saying this to me and Aaron.

After a pause, she continued, "Miss Hathaway, you don't have to think too much of it. They have probably long forgotten this incident."

Eunice smiled faintly and said, "I was the one who was helped. I'm only where I am now because of them, so how could I forget?"

Freya raised her eyebrows. "Why not marry them then?"

She was so blunt that Eunice instantly reddened.

Freya curled her lips. "The best way to show gratitude is to not cause disturbance, otherwise that'd be revenge. Isn't that right, Mr. Reid?"

Why did it sound as though she was insinuating something?

Aaron didn't respond. The waiter came and served some soup. Aaron took it and placed it in front of Yana. His silence seemed to mean that he agreed with Freya.

It was late when we exited the restaurant. Freya had a habit of sleeping early, so she left with Zachary a long while ago.

I got out of the car and looked towards Yana. Her cheeks had turned red from the strong, chilly wind blowing against her face. I knitted my brows and asked, "What's going on? Why didn't you leave with Aaron?"

Yana smiled weakly, she had a soft personality. "He's sending Miss Hathaway home first. The family chauffeur will come over to pick me up soon."

I was completely speechless.

Was Aaron dumb?

Holding in my anger, I pulled her into the car, and asked that she call the driver to tell him not to come.

While in the car, I tried my best to keep my anger in check as I dialed Aaron's number.

I waited for the call to go through, and when it did, he asked, "What's the matter, Arianna?"

"Aaron, we were given a brain for a reason. If you don't have any use of it, perhaps you should just throw it away! How could you dump your own wife by the side of the road to send someone else home! Is there something wrong with your brain?"