My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I stayed with Irvin in the hospital for a few hours. He had been given a sedative and was lying in bed, resting. He looked at the ceiling with his dark, deep eyes silently, like a corpse. His mind and soul felt like they were somewhere far away.

The doctor had come to check on him a few times. There wasn't any major problem with him, but his heart and lungs did stop functioning for a brief second due to extreme shock and stress. Fortunately, he was able to jump back to a normal and stable condition as he was healthy.

It was getting dark, so I went downstairs to buy some food. When I returned, the effects of Irvin's sedative had started wearing off.

He sat on the bed in a stiff and lonely manner. When he saw me, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is she?"

I understood that he was asking about Helen, so I suppressed the heaviness in my heart and said, "She had been sent to the funeral home."

I couldn't bear to look with my own eyes as she fell from the rooftop, but I heard the authorities using only one phrase to describe her body - 'meat pie'.

One could imagine what kind of bloody mess it was.

He nodded, his eyes cold; so cold that it felt somewhat unusual. Looking at the porridge in my hand, he asked, "Only porridge?"

I was surprised. I couldn't get used to his calm and indifferent manner after such a great tragedy had just happened. I nodded, then shook my head. "What would you like to eat? I'll buy it for you!"

with this!" He took the bowl of porridge from me and started

got me a little worried, but I didn't know how to comfort him. After a pause,

eyes fell

him to ask me that. I shook my head. "I'm not

his spoon down and stood up. Pulling over a coat on the side, he looked at me and suggested,

hospital, looking tall and calm. There was nothing unusual about him, and he looked the same as

emanating from his eyes was something that I had never seen on him before. There was

Where did this hatred come

into the car, I thought for a while before saying to him "Irvin, let's go to Central Park Residence. What would you like to eat? I'll

didn't want him to go somewhere crowded. I was afraid of

the steering wheel. He paused, then looked at me and asked, "Why don't we

are servants in the Granger Manor, and it's not my place to cook even if I went there."

around and started

When we arrived, we found that there was nothing left in

stared at the empty refrigerator and said, "Wait for me. I'll

the counter and looked