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.

I couldn't help but flinch. Irvin held me still, and he sighed softly, "I'll be done with

me to tolerate the pain for some more time, he was still worried about putting me through unnecessary discomfort. He even blew

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

are you thinking about?" Irvin kept the tools back into the first aid kit and raised his eyes

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

Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

stared at me with his dark eyes, his hand that

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 if anyone were to see us and make

words,

and

and he asked in a

fist so tight that my fingers were digging into my flesh.

stay away from you. But you will have to go back to Hendrix. I'm

can rest assured that I won't do