My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1963

Cyril was on cloud nine. "Wynn, I have lots of other yummy food. There's hamburgers, fried chicken, cake..."

He listed almost every unhealthy but delicious snack that existed. Wynn however, turned a deaf ear to him.

He looked at the candy in his hand with a contented smile. It was obvious that he wasn't interested in anything else.

Cyril furrowed his brows, feeling emotionally exhausted.

I quickly said, "Let's not keep Freya waiting. Wynn is a very picky eater. He doesn't fancy quite a number of food items."

Cyril nodded, he understood. He then led us to the private room.

Once Freya saw us, she ran towards us excitedly. "You're finally here, darling boy. Let me hug you!"

Wynn took a step back. After glancing at me, he walked over to Freya, allowing her to hug him.

Freya grinned from ear to ear. "The Marshall family has always kept me at a distance for all these years. His father too. Now I finally get to hug

him.

As she spoke, she carefully looked at Wynn, love pouring out of her eyes. She looked more like Wynn's mother than I did.

Cyril, who had been watching them, could feel jealousy rising inside him. He turned towards the other side of the room. He hoped that by not seeing it, it wasn't true.

It was very likely that Wynn still didn't know how to judge a book by its cover.

Cyril had been a trainee from a very young age. He was very attractive, but for some reason, Wynn was much closer to Freya.

Freya played with Wynn for a while, and then said to Cyril sarcastically, "Is the big star not busy today?"

Cyril ignored Freya's comment and said, "Work never ends. I don't get to see Wynn very often. Of course, I have to make time for this."

He had a cheeky look on his face as he said, "I'm not leaving. What are you going to do about it?" It was as if he was trying to provoke her.