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.

opened the curtains. The person downstairs was still dressed in a black suit, standing with

wait for you!" The conversation felt natural, as if we had always

at me with pursed

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

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

saying another word, I felt a hand

my neck with my hands, and said angrily, "Irvin, I thought you would respect me!" He spat back, "Arianna, you think too

long and

I had no right to reprimand him. All I could do

Downstairs.

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

hands

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

staring angrily into each other's eyes, like

them and just got into the car. I only faintly

not speak, and neither did

thinking about how

Hendrix asked in a soft voice. When he looked at me,

blandly, "I'm not

saying a word, he parked the car at the foot of a breakfast joint and looked at me. "Well, I am!"