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.

the window, and opened the curtains. The person downstairs was still dressed in a black

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

looked at me with pursed lips. "You

not in a good mood. I paused

say. The interiors, furniture and everything else in the bedroom had been his doing,

word,

pushed him away with all my strength, covered my neck with my hands, and

long and

to

Downstairs.

his sharp eyebrows pulsed slightly, and he

my lips and ignored his hanging hands in the air. I

voice from Irvin came from behind, "Hendrix, you'd better take good care

men staring angrily into each other's eyes,

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

Hendrix did not speak, and neither did

help thinking about how Jarold City was

in a soft voice. When he looked at me, his black eyes were

not hungry!" I had just eaten a short

saying a word, he parked the car at the foot of a breakfast joint and looked

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