My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It wasn't my fault for overthinking. In a situation like this, it was rather worrisome that he didn't lose his mind, didn't feel heartbroken, and acted as if nothing had happened.

He concealed his emotions so well that it felt like he was pretending that Helen was still alive, and that life was still the same as it always was.

After the pasta was done, I was about to turn around to call him over, but I surprisingly saw him resting on the doorframe with his hands crossed in front of his chest. His face was cold.

I broke out in a cold sweat and asked, "Irvin, what's wrong?"

He looked away and asked emotionlessly, "Is the pasta ready?"

I nodded, fear lingering in my heart. I placed the plates of pasta on the dining table.

As I watched him eat, I could not help but ask, "Irvin, are you alright?"

He stopped to look at me. His eyes were cold and indifferent as he asked, "What?"

I shook my head. I felt that he had suddenly grown distant and cold. "Eat. The pasta won't taste as good cold."

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me. "Aren't you hungry?"

and shook my head. "I'm

pursed his lips and

great. The way he chewed at them made it look like

the sofa and stared at the black TV screen. His gaze was deep

learnt of his father's passing. His eyes too, were like a bottomless pit of darkness that was as cold

I washed up the utensils and put the bowl away, I sat beside him and tried to start a conversation

looked at me, and said in

frowned. For a moment, I

a pause, I said, "It's getting late and you should rest. I'll come over tomorrow with breakfast.

comfort him, so I could only

his eyes were a little cold when he asked,

caught off guard by that and instinctively shook my

then took my coat and

returned to the villa, it

streetlights, his face, which looked a little fatigued, had a displeased look on it. After parking the car, I stood by the door as

intend to

rain fell on his shoulders, making him look colder and

wouldn't even be coming home tonight from what he told me. After all, Ucrebury and Jarold City were miles apart. It would've easily taken