My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 90

"You also look like another person!" Sawyer said seriously. I continued cutting into my steak. I thought

he was just chatting as he was too bored.

"Mm!" I responded indifferently as I focused my gaze onto the plate.

Sawyer didn't eat. He merely swirled his wine glass and said, "You look very much like my mother,

especially your eyes."

I found Sawyer incredibly boring. As I continued biting another piece of steak, I said, "I do have a fairly

common look. Some people even thought that I looked like Andrea!"

I remember that Grandfather used to make that remark, but I disagreed. After all, there were too many

people who shared the same eye color. Being born into the same land meant that we shared a

common ancestor, and it was not uncommon for everyone to at least have some resemblance with one

another.

He curled his lips and drank all the red wine in his glass. He then looked at me and said, "Why did you

decide to transfer to another university when you were in Newland University?"

What he said stunned me. How could he know about things that had happened several years ago?

Putting down the knife and fork in his hand, I looked at him and said, "Were we schoolmates?"

He raised his eyebrows, poured himself another glass of red wine, and said, "You really don't

remember?"

I shook my head. I could only recall meeting him after being involved in auditing Roberts Group. Other

than that, it was all blank.

Sawyer shrugged his shoulders and did not say any further.

He looked at me and said, "It doesn't matter. Just make sure you remember me in the future."

We ended up chatting for a while. Sawyer didn't eat at all but proceeded to drink the entire bottle. He

must have drunk too much as he was leaning on the table staring blankly at me.

Noticing that it was getting late, I got up and went to pay the bill. If I went home too late, it would

probably be difficult for me to get up in time the next morning.

Destiny sometimes behaved in an unpredictable manner. I coincidentally saw Sawyer's mother, Valerie

Lawson, walking with Andrea beside her.

To be honest, bumping into either one of them was not a big deal at all. However, it was peculiar seeing

both of them together.

I didn't expect that Andrea and Valerie actually knew each other!

The duo was shopping together. They were behaving so friendly with each other than any person

would've thought that Valeria was Andrea's mother. However, I didn't think much as I made my way

back to Sawyer after paying the bill. His face was flushed red by that point.

He must be drunk so I said, "Can you walk on your own?" "No way!" He opened his mouth, his tone

carrying a hint of childishness.

I sighed and hung my handbag around my waist. It took me using half of my body to support him before

I could drag him out of the restaurant.

Sawyer had walked into this restaurant elegantly yet exited the same place so embarrassingly. How

fitting for a person like him.

I placed him on the passenger's seat and got behind the steering wheel. As I was so accustomed to

driving a Cadillac, it was strange trying to drive Sawyer's sportscar. The steering wheel was too low for

my liking.

Fortunately, there were few drivers around the street at that time and I managed to avoid any

accidents.

I had initially intended to send him to Pearis Manor, as I could still recall the route from past visits there Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

with Hendrix. However, Sawyer stubbornly insisted that I not send him there.

After inquiring for a long time, I finally learned that Sawyer was living in Flora Villa. I was surprised at

that. Why was he living there?

"Arianna, do you really not remember me at all?" Halfway to his place, Sawyer suddenly muttered

through his semi-conscious state.

I was shocked and I shook my head. "Did we know each other back then?"

He smiled bitterly and said, "I'm the only one who remembers the mulberry trees in Carol's yard, and

the morning glory that crawled all over the fences, as well as your stinky mucus-soaked face."

I was brought into another place and time. All those memories, they all belonged to a distant past that

was so many years ago. How did he...

It didn't take long before we arrived at Flora Villa where he was living. I helped him out of the car and

pressed on the doorbell several times before an elderly man finally came to the door.

The old man saw Sawyer's drunken state and said hastily, "Oh my, how did Young Master end up

drinking so much? Thank you so much for sending him here."

I smiled and made sure Sawyer was in the proper care of the old man before I left.