My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix's voice was a little low and I couldn't sense any emotions behind it. "Have you arrived?"

I responded with a sound of agreement. Noticing that Irvin's gaze was on me, I spoke with the phone closer to me, "I just landed. Heading to a restaurant for lunch now."

"Great. I've found a housekeeper for the home. When you're done with your work, please head back earlier. Don't stay out too late at night." Why did I feel like Hendrix was getting a little long-winded? I nodded slightly and hung up the phone.

Irvin looked at me and pursed his thin lips. "Does Hendrix seem to be worried about what I'll do?"

I shrugged my shoulders. That was obvious, needless for me to say.

Seeing that, he smiled faintly and did not take it to heart. "After we're done with our work tonight, you can take a rest for a few days at Ucrebury before heading back. I know that you're more comfortable here as you've stayed here longer before."

I nodded. I realized that we've reached the restaurant. I got down the car and entered the restaurant with Irvin. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I didn't sleep well the previous night so I felt a little drowsy. I only had a few bites before I lost my appetite.

placed my hand up to hold

penetrated the silence in the restaurant. Most of the

and saw a man throwing a dish

how they looked. I could only vaguely

in front of me.

and the woman escalated. Irvin took a few more bites and probably lost his appetite to continue eating as well. He looked at me and then said, "Let's go. We'll take a rest for a while then head to Fantasia at two in the

stood up with him. Subconsciously, I turned my head to take a glance at the woman who was now calling out as the man was

help but to frown.

lowered her head to the ground instinctively as she saw that the man was about to throw the glass he had in his hand. Her actions screamed that this wasn't the first time the man had been

of instinct, I yelled,

came to my senses after a while and couldn't help but to scowl upon my own actions. This sort of domestic violence was really not appropriate for strangers to interfere. Even if

cannot be taken back. It was impossible for me to

what he was doing and turned to look at our

in who the man was. It turned out to be none other than

it be