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.

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

The conversation felt natural, as if we had

me with pursed lips. "You haven't

that he was not in a good mood. I

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

I ignored him and went out of the bedroom without saying another word, I felt a hand on my wrist. Suddenly, he

that I wasn't able to react. I pushed him away with all my strength, covered my neck with my

him long and hard before saying

was my own problem. I had no right to reprimand him.

Downstairs.

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

ignored his hanging hands in the air.

behind, "Hendrix, you'd better take good

two men staring angrily into each

I only faintly hear Hendrix's

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

how Jarold

When he looked at me,

blandly, "I'm not hungry!"

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