My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Irvin carried me all the way through to the parking lot, and people were casting looks at us. Hendrix chased after us and rushed to block Irvin's path. His voice low and cold, he hissed, "Put her down!" Irvin sneered with a dark face, "Do you think she'll leave with you?"

Hendrix narrowed his eyes at me, and he said, "Arianna, come back with me."

I grabbed onto Irvin as if he was my last resort. With swollen red eyes, I begged, "Take me away... Take me away!"

Irvin nodded. Pursing his lips, he looked at Hendrix and spoke very clearly, "Hendrix, you will be the death of her."

Hendrix's lips were pressed tightly together, and the life in his dark eyes slowly faded away as he stared at me. After a long time, he forced a few words out of his mouth, "Fine. You can go."

Seeing that Hendrix had given up, I heaved a sigh of relief. Irvin carried me to the car and drove us directly back to Central Park Residence.

After getting out of the car, he continued to carry me into the house, and he put me on the sofa in the living room. Then, he brought me a glass of water and a bottle of medicine and sat beside me. He asked, "Do you want to take the medicine?"

into my mouth. Then, I leaned back on the sofa in exhaustion as I calmed myself

I didn't know how long I could take it. I always had a feeling that I would eventually yield in, perhaps the next day.

long I had slept,

the kitchen, wearing an apron, and he looked just like a chef. Hearing my footsteps, he turned around and saw

at his skilled movements. I couldn't help but ask, "Did you study

and his eyes lit up

compliments. So, I nodded,

turned off the gas, turned to look

the bedroom to clean up. When I returned to the living room, Irvin had already prepared three dishes and one soup.

of rice in front of me and said, "You should eat more. We're

tasty, but I still lost my appetite after only taking a few

me to eat when he noticed this. He only said, "There are fruits in the refrigerator, and snacks in the cabinet, Go and see what you

"Where did you learn to take care of girls this well?" The effort he put into making sure I would feel at home was another level of meticulosity