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?"

shook my head. "I'm not. Eat

pursed his lips

like my pasta didn't taste that great. The way he

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

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

a conversation with him. "Irvin, life is but

narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at me, and said in a harsh whisper.

a moment, I couldn't

over tomorrow with breakfast. Stay home for the time being. You can

to comfort him, so

raised his eyebrows, his eyes were a little cold

off guard by

then took my

to the villa, it was already

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

you intend to stand out here for the rest

the rain fell on his

lips and thought for a moment. "Didn't you say you would come home late?" 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.