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!"

bowl of porridge from me and started eating elegantly, as if his world hadn't just come crashing down a short while

got me a little worried, but I didn't know how to comfort him. After a pause, I said, "Do you need anything else? I can get

his head. His eyes fell on me and asked,

expect him to ask me that.

spoon down and stood up. Pulling over a coat on the side, he looked at me and suggested, "Let's go out

and calm. There was

eyes was something that I had never seen on him

confused. Where did this

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

didn't want him to go somewhere crowded. I

then looked at me and asked, "Why

and said, "There are servants in the Granger Manor, and it's not my place to cook even if

turned the car around and started

that there was nothing left in the refrigerator as nobody had been here for a long

refrigerator and said, "Wait for me. I'll drop by the supermarket downstairs

counter and looked at me. "I'll go with