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.

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

even blew a

from Irvin. Once someone caught wind of us and started spreading rumors, the whole city would be talking about the Roberts

tools back into the first aid kit

him putting the first aid kit back to its place. Then, he came to sit next to me after pouring a glass of water for

Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

his dark eyes, his hand that was putting down the glass

be so close now since I have moved into the city. Aunt Nerissa was right. We will be bringing shame to both the Roberts

these words, let

and I wouldn't

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

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

don't mind," he replied, looking at me with a somewhat complicated expression. "Arianna, if you're worried about the tittle-tattle, I will stay away from you. But you will have to go back to Hendrix. I'm not going

that I won't