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.

The person downstairs was still dressed in a black suit, standing with his phone pressed against his ear. "No need!" I quickly

I'll wait for you!" The conversation felt natural, as if we

Irvin looked at me with pursed lips. "You haven't finished your breakfast

not in a good mood. I paused and said, "Thank

in the bedroom had been his

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

neck with my

him long and hard before

own problem. I had no right to reprimand him. All I could do was endure

Downstairs.

out, his sharp eyebrows pulsed slightly, and he stretched out his

pursed my lips and ignored his hanging hands in the air. I walked straight to the

sinister voice from Irvin came from behind, "Hendrix, you'd better take good care of her. Otherwise, I won't let her

see the two men staring angrily into each other's eyes, like

into the car. I only faintly

speak, and neither did

about how

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

pursed my lips and said blandly, "I'm not hungry!" I had just eaten a

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