My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I wanted to strangle Sawyer so much, but I managed to resist the temptation. "I still have a day's time tomorrow. I will try to finish my work in the morning so that I can keep you company for the rest of the day!" "Okay, then I'll wait for tomorrow!" Monique said and then she hung up the phone.

The taxi stopped near the hotel's entrance. I paid the driver and helped Sawyer get out of the car. It was then when I saw a steep flight of staircases leading to the hotel's front door.

The design of this five-star hotel was too weird. Why must it have that many steps?

Begrudgingly, I had no choice but to slowly help Sawyer up one step at a time. I was lucky that I was on my flat-heeled shoes, or else the situation could be worse.

Halfway through, my phone rang in my bag. When I reached my hands out for it, somehow Sawyer had also drunkenly placed his hands on my waist.

Out of instinct, I shoved him away fiercely, forgetting that we were still on a flight of staircases and a tragedy happened.

Sawyer somehow rolled down the staircases like a perfectly shaped sphere.

I was so shocked that I froze for a long time. It was not until the security guard went to help him that I

to my senses. I said

clue whether it was common for a drunkard like him to

help of the security guards, things went smoothly after we sent Sawyer to the hospital. Upon preliminary assessment, it was found that Sawyer sustained a minor injury to his

difficult for doctors to tell whether or not he sustained any brain injuries. They just had to wait

I had to stay back in the hospital because they required someone to watch

was midnight when Monique called. I had almost dozed off in the corridor chairs of

the phone, I could hear Monique's drunken voice from

that it was already midnight. I yawned and sat up straight. "Monique, where are

It was getting more apparent that Monique had drunk too

a foreign city. However, Sawyer was still on an IV drip and I

a while before hanging up. Then, I dialed Josiah's

up the phone. His voice sounded like he

you do me a favor? My friend is at Nulens Avenue and has drunk too much. I can't leave where I

hung up the phone and sent Monique's phone number to