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?"

my head.

lips

my pasta didn't taste that great. The way he chewed at them

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

me of when Aaron had learnt of his father's passing. His eyes too, were like a bottomless pit of

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

his eyes slightly, looked at me, and said in a harsh whisper. "Are you comforting

For a moment, I couldn't

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

know how to comfort him, so

his eyebrows, his eyes were a little

caught off guard by that and instinctively shook

took my coat

returned to the villa, it was

entered the garage, I saw a man standing by the door. He was tall and slender, handsome even. Under the dim streetlights, his face, which looked a little fatigued, had a displeased look on it. After parking the car, I stood by

to stand out

steps, the rain fell on his shoulders, making him look

I had thought that he 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 him half a day