My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It was then that the Maybach's window was also rolled down, and the eye-catching face of Sawyer appeared in the driver's seat. "Hey, beauty, wanna have dinner together?"

Lame!

I rolled my eyes at him and raised the mealbox in my hand. "Sorry, I've had mine."

He frowned, leaned over the window, stuck his head out, and said, "You, a pregnant woman, are eating this? How poorly is Hendrix Roberts treating you?"

I was speechless and didn't want to entertain him any further. He was an extraordinarily annoying person.

I put my mealbox aside and started my engine, preparing to head home.

Then, he proceeded to park his car in front of mine and said cheekily, "Arianna, come on, why not we go have a quick meal together?"

His nonchalant face was beginning to get on my serves. "I'm full!"

"Then let's just chat a bit!"

Crazy.

While his car was parked on the driveway, not only could I not leave but the other cars were victims of his reckless acts as well.

There were honks blaring around him. Yet, Sawyer

didn't care for a single bit as he waited patiently for my answer.

I slapped my forehead and said, "Fine, lead the way!"

He raised his eyebrows and said, 'Til drive you there. A pregnant lady shouldn't be anywhere near a steering wheel!"

What the f**k!

I held back my anger and got out of the car. Upon entering the passenger seat, I glared coldly at Sawyer and said, "Why are you still not driving?"

He grinned and said, "Oh, yes, on it right away!"

This young man was truly a narcissist. He had no shame despite driving an obviously extravagant car and had even opened his convertible while driving in the city.

It was one of the lamest things I've ever seen.

I was a little cold but I couldn't be bothered to speak any further. I decided to let him do what pleased him the most.

"Arianna, do you think we'll be the subject of gossip in Ucrebudy tomorrow?" He asked loudly as he blared rock-and-roll music in his car.

I rolled my eyes at Sawyer and refused to answer his question.

If this incident really blew up, there'd be no one else to blame but him.

The car was parked in one of the busiest districts in the city. It was a place where most youngsters would bring their dates to.

Both Sawyer and his car were garnering much attention. It wasn't long before many young women turned their heads around when Sawyer exited his car. Few car enthusiasts could also be seen snapping pictures of his Maybach.

"You're so ostentatious!" I said while getting out of the car.

After looking around the busy streets, I asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Sawyer grinned and said, "You decide!"

After looking around, I went straight into a French restaurant while Sawyer followed closely behind. He smiled and said, "Arianna, you are one romantic woman."

I didn't know what to say. I just didn't like being stared at by others and had simply picked a restaurant spontaneously.

After entering the restaurant, a waiter greeted us and said, "Just the two of you? We have a couple's set today, would you be interested in ordering one?"

"Sure, please get us a bottle of Bordeaux as well!" Sawyer said.

I looked at the waiter and said, "I'll just have a glass of fruit juice, thanks!"

After the waiter left, Sawyer smiled. "Arianna, I almost forgot that you can't drink."

Well, then why did you order it?!

Ignoring him, I looked down at my phone and saw Hendrix sending a short text over "Where are you?"

The text didn't even include any extra emotes.

I didn't reply and switched my phone off only to notice that Sawyer had been staring at me. I frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Arianna, has anybody ever remarked that you looked like a Hollywood star?" While the waiter was serving steaks onto the table, he bent his body forward and asked.

I thanked the waiter before looking back at Sawyer. "Who precisely?"

Almost as if he was surprised that I'd actually answered his question, Sawyer readjusted his posture and said, "Anne Hathaway!"

I nodded. "Some people did make a similar remark back in college."

Although it was true, very few had made that remark anymore ever since I started wearing glasses.

Perhaps the glasses had changed my image so much that it'd taken away all the resemblance I shared with her.