My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Why shouldn't I be angry?" He sneered and continued, "You've been with Irvin for almost 24 hours, so you might as well take him in as your godson to keep him company 24/7."

Looking at his angry face, I pursed my lips. "Wouldn't you agree that it'd be more convenient if I just married him instead?"

"Bang!" He slammed his fist hard on the table. He snapped at me, "You weren't home all day and was still out this late, yet you're here being unreasonable with me?"

I lowered my head and said, "I'm not being unreasonable. All you do is lose your temper without asking me why I was there or what had happened. And you're blaming me for being unreasonable when clearly, you're the unreasonable one here, Hendrix."

He was stunned to hear that and almost burst out laughing in anger. After a pause, he looked at me and said, "Fine, tell me then. Why did you go to Irvin's place?"

I found a spot to sit down and looked at him, "Get me a glass of water!"

He looked at me in bewilderment and the corner of his handsome lips twitched.

"Arianna, you..."

"If you don't want to do it, then forget it. Just don't get snappy with me when I don't tell you anything." He couldn't do anything to me even if he was angry.

bit his lips in anger. He

glass of water and

hands, thought for a moment, and said, "Uncle

eyebrows. "I know about this already. My aunt told me." After a pause, he raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.

paused, puckered my lips, and continued, "Also, Irvin's mother, Helen, jumped off a building today and killed herself. I was worried that Irvin would sink into

face before he closed his eyes,

past few days, so perhaps Nerissa had only briefly told him

business after all. To put it bluntly, all Hendrix and I were,

told Helen about what happened all those years ago on the day Yohannes passed away. And Helen must have been overwhelmed because

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words reeked of bitter

a favor. Stop making things into something they're

There are so many ways to repay a debt of gratitude. Do you absolutely have to choose to give yourself away like this?" The man's voice dripped with sarcasm. After all, he was in a sour mood and had no intention to have an adult conversation

said, "It's late. Aren't you

at me and went upstairs