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

his lips and

taste that great. The way he chewed at them made it look

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

him like this reminded me of when Aaron had learnt of his father's passing. His eyes too, were like a bottomless pit of darkness that was as cold as they

a conversation with him. "Irvin, life is but a series of moving-on. She did hope for you to

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

frowned. For a moment, I

I said, "It's getting late and you should rest. I'll come over tomorrow with breakfast. Stay home for the time being. You can set your work aside for

to comfort him, so

were a little cold when

by that

then took my

I returned to the villa,

tall and slender, handsome even. Under the dim streetlights, his face, which looked a little

"Do you intend to stand out here for the

fell on his shoulders,

be coming home tonight from what he told