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

water and sat in front of me. He looked at me coldly and said, "Now

thought for a moment,

After a pause, he raised his eyebrows

was worried that Irvin would sink into depression, so I stayed with him at Central

frown formed on his face before he closed his

had been busy for the past few days, so perhaps Nerissa had only briefly told him about Yohannes's death instead of painting

Granger Group's business after all. To put it bluntly, all Hendrix and I were, were

must have been overwhelmed because of that. So, she lost her mind. Perhaps she couldn't bear the pain of all that,

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words reeked of

only returning a favor. Stop making things into

repay a debt of gratitude. Do you absolutely have to choose to give yourself away like this?" The man's voice dripped with sarcasm.

late. Aren't

glanced at me and