My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1857

This was probably the perks of being young; they had such idealistic thoughts about romance.

If they met someone who was slightly amazing, they would rush to get engaged and married. However, they failed to realize just how much longer their life was and that in fact, most of the time, the person they loved when they were young were only passersby.

I looked up at the floor display and let him immerse himself in his imagination, acting as if I didn't hear his big speech.

"Ding-"

The elevator door opened, and I walked to Room 302 with my luggage. Cyril followed me like a shadow.

After I opened the door, he didn't take himself as an outsider. He leaned over and readied himself to enter. I quickly closed the door and stopped him. "What are you doing? Are you going to share a room with me?"

Cyril peered into the room. When he found that the lights had not been turned on, he took a step back with a grin and said with his hands up in the air, "No, I won't go in if Freya is not here. She will be

jealous."

Who gave this brat such baseless confidence?

Having experienced many love affairs, Freya's heart was as still as water. If he wanted to make her jealous, he would be better off waiting for a meteorite to collide with the earth.

I gave him a speechless look and shut him out with a "bang" of a closing door.

When I turned around, the lights in the room were suddenly turned on.