My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 920

His face was cold and indifferent.

He gracefully poured me some tea before he looked at me and asked, "Do you want to go back home?"

His question caught me by surprise. The cup of tea trembled slightly in my hands before it reached my mouth, spilling onto the floor.

After a moment of hesitation, I drank my tea and said, "Yes!"

He nodded and smiled, still coolly. After pouring me another cup of tea, he said, "I'm leaving for Europe tomorrow. If you want, you can come with me."

My reply was instantaneous, "It's a little difficult for me to leave now."

He frowned. "Don't worry. Kaleb owes me a favor. He won't do anything to you."

Things wouldn't be that simple. Kaleb had issues with Hendrix, so his purpose in keeping me here was far more complex than this.

He could choose not to return Sebastian's favor.

He told me as I stalled on my reply, "Arianna, you just need to tell me whether you're willing to leave with me or not. If you're willing to leave, I'll find a way to deal with Kai eb."

I hesitated and said, "But I'm not alone. My friends are still here!"

He paused for a while, as if in a dilemma.

I knew he had a way to take me with him, but he probably couldn't take five girls with him at the same time. He'd have to bear too much risk for that.

Seeing him frown so deeply, I smiled faintly at him and said, "Mr. Milton, I appreciate your kindness."

"I'll bring them all!"

He said, his eyes shining with determination. I stared at him blankly for a moment, somewhat perplexed.

"No way!" We were not eighteen anymore. How could there be feelings involved? Plus, I had only met him a few times. I didn't think I was beautiful enough to have people falling in love with me at first sight.

Besides, was there still such a thing, in the adult world?

He smiled faintly, and the coldness in his eyes faded away. "Arianna, it's not nice for a woman to be so cynical. You can be ditzy, sometimes, but you deserve to be loved!"

I pursed my lips, not thinking or feeling much about what he said. I only felt that he was being condescending. After remaining silent for a moment, I said, "Mr. Milton, I hope you can tell me the truth."

He nodded. "Do you remember where we first met?"

"At the Ucrebury's cemetery!"

He nodded again, and looked at me. "In front of Carol's grave!"

I wasn't surprised that he knew my grandma's name. I just looked at him and asked, "So?"