My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Stop joking around, Mr. Clark." I frowned slightly. I really didn't like how overly familiar he was acting.

"Do you think I'm too young?" Sawyer pushed the dish that was just served towards me and looked at me, teasing ambiguously, "Arianna, don't you agree that young people are energetic?"

I found no meaning in continuing the topic, so I got up and said, "I will inform you of the time of bidding as soon as possible. If there is nothing else, I'll get going first."

He grabbed my wrist slightly forcefully, stopping me in my tracks as he asked in a suggestive tone, "Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" His gaze was directed outside the restaurant. Out of instinct, I followed his gaze and looked over, only to meet with Hendrix's gaze.

I also saw Andrea standing next to him. I quickly looked away and tugged my hand away from Sawyer's, but he didn't seem to want to release his grip.

I frowned, my tone slightly displeased as I warned, "Let go of my hand!"

"Let's watch a movie together before leaving." As he spoke, Sawyer dragged me back to my seat and forced me to sit down. With a smile on his face, he said to Hendrix and Andrea, "Mr. Roberts, what a coincidence! Let's eat together!"

I was unhappy. My expression was blank as I asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"I'd like to see what happens next!" After finishing his words, Sawyer took the chance to sit beside me.

Hendrix's face darkened as he walked over with Andrea and sat down across us.

Naturally, Andrea saw me. After what had happened before, she stopped putting on an act and immediately shot me an unfriendly glance. The look in her eyes was very eerily unpleasant.

It was good that she wasn't pretending anymore. I didn't want to bother faking my actions, so I simply took out my phone and started tapping on it in boredom.

Sawyer's warm voice could be heard as he chimed, "Mr. Roberts, Andrea, what would you like to eat? I'll order them for you!"

I wanted to laugh. Didn't he just call Hendrix an old thing just a moment ago? Why the politeness all of a sudden?

Hendrix glanced at him indifferently before turning to look at Andrea, asking, "What would you like to eat?"

See, he couldn't ignore his old habits of taking care of her.

Andrea didn't really have any preference and shrugged. Sawyer, on the other hand, kept talking to me, which made me a little annoyed. If he wasn't blocking my path to the exit, I would have left already. "Arianna, do you have time later? Can I invite you to watch a movie together?" I felt that Sawyer was deliberately stirring up trouble by calling me by my first name so intimately in front of my husband.

Since when did we become so familiar with each other?

"No, I'm busy." With that, I refused to entertain his questions anymore.

Faintly, I could sense Hendrix looking at me and automatically ignored him.

Seeing that I was not enthusiastic about it, Sawyer said to Hendrix, "Mr. Roberts, I heard that you and Andrea are in a good relationship. Last time, my mom even told me she would like to invite you two to Pearis Manor to have a meal together!"

Hendrix's face became sullen as he replied curtly, "Please thank Madam Lawson for me."

"Is he talking about Madam Lawson, the same fashion tycoon that you mentioned to me last time?" Andrea asked eagerly just then.

When Sawyer saw this, he changed the topic and asked her, "Andrea, do you know my mom too?"

Andrea's eyes lit up as she replied enthusiastically, "I didn't know that she's your mother! She's famous overseas, and she's also our country's fashion icon. I heard that Madam Lawson manages two listed companies at the same time. She's ranked third on the world's richest list previously and is now the wealthiest woman in the world!"

Sawyer's mother was Valerie Lawson? I remembered seeing the name Valerie in a financial newsletter before. She was the model successful woman of our era. I didn't expect her to be Sawyer's mother. The two of them found the same topic and began chatting away. I was bored, and my desire to leave was growing stronger by the second.

Finally, after the waiter had served the dishes, the two of them stopped chatting.

"Arianna, have a taste of this. It's especially nutritious, it tastes good too!" claimed Sawyer as he spooned a dish for me. I genuinely had no idea why he was acting like this. Was he that intimate with me in the first place?

Out of consideration for his feelings, I didn't say much. I simply remained expressionless and refused his goodwill politely, "I can feed myself."