Of the Daphne stories I have ever read, perhaps the most impressive one is My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna). The story is too good, leaving me with many doubts. Currently, the manga has been translated to Chapter 231. Let's read the author's My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) Daphne story right here.
Quickly, I realized that I shouldn't think about foods as I started craving them even more once I thought about it. At this time, my phone vibrated. Since I couldn't fall asleep, I got up quietly.
I took the phone and looked at it. It was a message from Monique. "Arianna, I can't sleep. I'm craving green mangoes!"
Seeing that we both were craving a certain food, I couldn't help but find it amusing. Monique and I were indeed soul sisters.
I texted back, "I can't sleep either. Right now, I'm craving the autumn tomatoes in Hovell's backyard so much!"
Monique got back at me. "Yes! So am I. Recently, I have been longing for the green mangoes in front of the old house. But it's too far away, and I can't eat them. Besides, I heard that the old house is going to be developed soon."
I responded, "Well, I guess we can only think about it."
They were all in our memories. There was no way we could eat them so easily.
It was a little dark in the bedroom, yet I really wasn't sleepy. So, I quietly walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs to see if there were any tomatoes. If I couldn't eat the autumn tomatoes from Hovell, I would eat something similar to satisfy my hunger.
But before I could reach the ground floor downstairs, my phone rang, and it startled me. It was a call from Aaron. I frowned, and I wondered why he was calling this late at night.
I picked up the phone and answered hostilely, "What's the matter?"
"Are you thinking of autumn tomatoes?" Aaron sounded very wide awake even at wee hours.
But I was frightened by his words that I almost threw my cell phone away. I raised my voice. "Aaron, are you out of your mind! What did you install on my phone?"
He answered lazily, "Don't be mad. It's just a simple monitoring app. I only want to know whether you are well or not. I won't do anything else."
"You are crazy!" I was infuriated to the point that I wished I could throw the phone to his face.
"Calm down!" He sounded sad. "I only want to know what you're doing so that I can be at ease. Besides, I'll know what you want immediately."
"You're crazy!" With that, I hung up the phone and threw it into the water.
My chest heaved as I tried to think when he got to install the monitoring application on my phone.
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