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.

on me for a while, and he bit his lips in anger. He finally uttered, "You

a glass of water and sat in

in my hands, thought for a moment, and said,

told me." After a pause, he raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. "Was that

off a building today and killed herself. I was worried that Irvin would sink into depression, so I

before he closed his

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

business after all. To put it bluntly, all

all those years ago on the day Yohannes passed away. And Helen must have been overwhelmed because of that. So, she lost her mind. Perhaps she

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words reeked of bitter

returning a favor. Stop making things into something they're

Theresa? 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

"It's late.

glanced at me and