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, standing with his phone pressed against his ear.

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

the call ended, Irvin looked at me with pursed lips. "You haven't finished your

that he was not in a

in the bedroom had been his doing, so I didn't need to take anything

bedroom without saying another word, I felt a hand on my wrist. Suddenly, he

so fast that I wasn't able to react. 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,

him long and hard

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

Downstairs.

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

lips and ignored his hanging hands in the air. I

take good care of her. Otherwise, I won't let her

the two men staring angrily into each other's eyes, like a war was about to

and just got into the car. I only faintly hear Hendrix's

did not speak, and neither did I.

help thinking about how Jarold

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

blandly, "I'm not hungry!"

foot of a breakfast joint and