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.

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

natural, as if we had

with pursed lips. "You haven't finished

knew that he was not in a good mood. I paused and said, "Thank

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 hand on my wrist. Suddenly, he pressed on my

able to react. I pushed him away with all my strength, covered my neck with my hands, and said

him long and

no right to reprimand him. All I could

Downstairs.

out, his sharp eyebrows pulsed slightly, and he stretched out his wide palm to me. "Let's go

hanging hands in the air. I

came from behind, "Hendrix, you'd better take

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

just got into the car. I only faintly hear

car started, Hendrix did not speak, and neither did I. I looked at

couldn't help thinking about how Jarold

would you like to eat?" Hendrix asked in a soft voice. When he looked at me,

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

the car at the foot of a breakfast joint and looked at me. "Well,