My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Holding me tightly in his arms, Irvin asked, "Where had you been for the whole day? Why didn't you call me to let me know?"

I was stunned, finally realizing that he had feelings for me. There was a bitter taste in my mouth. It seemed that I had made a mistake.

After a long time, he let go of me. He regained his composure and asked, looking at me, "Where did you go for a whole day?"

"I... I don't know. I went out for a walk, and when I woke up, I was already in the hospital," I mumbled, leaving out the part where Hendrix found me and sent me to the hospital on purpose.

Irvin sighed and nodded, "Thank god you're alright." Then, lowering his head to look at my blood-stained feet, he frowned, "Did you walk all the way back?"

I nodded and lowered my eyes, "I don't have a phone or any money, so I couldn't exactly take a taxi home."

"You could have called me to pick you up, you know?" Irvin sighed. He closed his eyes in hopelessness, and when he opened them, it looked like he had made peace with himself. "Well, it's my fault. I didn't think it through." I didn't reply to him.

He sat me on the sofa and brought the first aid kit to the living room. Half kneeling on the ground, he placed my feet on his knee and began to clean the wounds.

contact with my opened wound, it stung me, and I couldn't help but flinch. Irvin held me still, and he sighed softly, "I'll

worried about putting me through unnecessary discomfort. He even blew a few times on the wounds to make me

my distance from Irvin. Once someone caught wind of us and started spreading rumors, the whole city would be talking about the Roberts and Granger family. Things would end up more disastrous

into the first aid kit

the first aid kit back to its place. Then, he came to sit next to me after

speak, "Irvin, you didn't need to come here every day." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

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whenever or however you need me in the future. But I think it's inappropriate for us to be so close now since I have moved into the city. Aunt Nerissa was right. We will be bringing shame to both the Roberts and Grangers

words, let alone putting

couldn't - and

darkened, and he asked in a cold voice, "What are you worried

tight that my fingers were digging into my flesh. I answered, "I already owe you so much. I don't want

the tittle-tattle, I will stay

muttered, "You can rest assured that I won't