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?"

hand, and stuffed it into my mouth. Then, I leaned back on the sofa in exhaustion as I calmed myself down. Meanwhile, Irvin stayed

how long I could take it. I always had a feeling that I would eventually yield in, perhaps the next day. After being thrown into misery repeatedly, I already didn't know I suffered because of my poor nerves or

didn't know how long I had slept, but it

from the living room. I got up from the bed to have a look, and I saw Irvin. He was cooking in the kitchen, wearing an apron, and he looked

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

lit up with joy, "Well,

with compliments. So, I nodded, "You look really

the gas, turned to look at

to the living room, Irvin had already prepared

sat down by the table while he put a plate of rice in front of me and

tasty, but I

said, "There are fruits in the refrigerator,

effort he put into making sure I would feel at home was another level of meticulosity that even a