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.

person downstairs was still dressed 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 all

at me with pursed lips. "You

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

everything else in the bedroom had been his doing, so I

the bedroom without saying another word, I felt a hand on

pushed him away with all my strength, covered my neck with my hands, and said

stared at him long and hard before

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

Downstairs.

slightly, and he stretched out his

hands in

voice from Irvin came from behind, "Hendrix, you'd better take good care of her. Otherwise, I

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

didn't watch them and just got into the car. I only faintly hear Hendrix's words. "There won't be a

did I. I looked at the high-rise

help thinking about how Jarold City was

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

not hungry!" I had just eaten a

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