My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 339

The next day.

I didn't sleep all night. I had a bad headache, and my head was buzzing.

Irvin was already in the living room. When he saw me wake up, he looked at me indifferently and said, "Let's have breakfast?"

I nodded and looked at the dining table. There was a big breakfast spread laid out on the table, giving the place a warm, homely ambiance.

As we sat across each other, he didn't say a word and only quietly and elegantly ate his breakfast. I couldn't help but notice the dark circles under his eyes. I asked, "Did you not sleep well last night?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He looked up and answered indifferently, "Have more food!" Then, he put a fried egg on my plate.

I only looked at him, and didn't say much after.

Suddenly, my phone rang, startling the absentminded me for a moment. I saw that Irvin was looking at me, so I glanced at the phone from the corner of my eye. It was Hendrix.

Seeing that I had not moved, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you not going to answer that?"

I picked up the phone but didn't say anything.

I waited for the other person to speak.

"Do you need help to carry your things? I'll go up and help you carry them. I'm at your place." Hendrix's voice was emotionless.

a black suit, standing with his phone pressed

wait for you!" The conversation felt natural, as

looked at me with pursed lips.

he was not in a good mood. I

The interiors, furniture and everything else in the bedroom

word, I felt

my strength, covered my neck with my hands, and said angrily, "Irvin, I thought you

stared at him long and hard before saying

problem. I had no right to

Downstairs.

he saw me come out, his sharp eyebrows pulsed slightly, and he stretched out his wide palm to me. "Let's go home!" His words sounded light, like

lips and ignored his hanging hands in

take good

was stunned and looked back, only to see the two men staring angrily into

didn't watch them and just got into the car. I only faintly hear

car started, Hendrix did not speak, and neither did I. I looked at the high-rise buildings

couldn't help thinking about how Jarold

Hendrix asked in a soft voice. When he

said blandly, "I'm not hungry!" I had

foot of a breakfast joint and

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