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!"

me and started eating elegantly, as if

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

shook his head. His eyes fell on me and asked, "Have

me that.

a coat on the side, he

looking tall and calm. There was nothing unusual about

bloodthirsty aura emanating from his eyes was something that I had never seen on him before. There was hatred in him; a deep-rooted,

confused. Where did this hatred come

"Irvin, let's go to Central Park Residence. What would you like to eat? I'll cook something up for

go somewhere crowded. I was afraid

looked at me and asked, "Why don't we go to Granger

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

car around and started

nothing left in the refrigerator as

me. I'll drop by the supermarket downstairs

down on the counter and looked at me. "I'll