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.

in a black suit, standing with his phone pressed against his ear. "No need!" I quickly replied. Then I added,

as if we had always spoken like this

with pursed lips. "You haven't finished

and knew that he was not in a good mood. I paused

else in the bedroom had been his doing, so I didn't

ignored him and went out of the bedroom without saying another word, I felt a

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, you think too highly of us

and hard before

own problem. I had no right to reprimand him.

Downstairs.

pulsed slightly, and he stretched out his wide palm to

hanging hands in the air.

"Hendrix, you'd better take good

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

and just got into the car. I

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

couldn't help thinking about how Jarold City was extraordinarily

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

blandly, "I'm not hungry!"

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