My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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.

still dressed in a black suit, standing with his phone pressed against

I'll wait for you!" The conversation felt natural, as if we had always spoken like this all this

looked at me with

he was not in a good mood. I paused and

The interiors, furniture and everything else in the bedroom had been his doing, so I didn't need to

bedroom without saying another word,

wasn't able to react. I pushed him away with all my strength, covered my neck with my hands, and said angrily, "Irvin, I thought you would respect me!" He spat back, "Arianna,

and hard

right to reprimand him. All

Downstairs.

slightly, and he stretched

his hanging hands in the

came from behind, "Hendrix, you'd better take good care of her. Otherwise, I won't let her go

looked back, only to see the two men staring angrily into each other's eyes, like a war

got into the car. I only faintly hear

and neither did I. I looked at the high-rise buildings flashing outside the

help thinking about how Jarold City

eat?" Hendrix asked in a soft voice. When he looked at me, his black eyes were darkened, his

pursed my lips and said blandly, "I'm not

the foot of