My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He raised his hand and stroked the hair behind my ear. He sighed silently and said, "I don't want you to see him, not even for a moment!"

He paused for a while and said, "Irvin has done you a great favor. I know that, but as a man, I know what his intentions are. Arianna, promise me that you will stay away from him in the future, okay?"

I nodded and nuzzled against his chest. "I know, today was purely an accident. It's illogical not to bump into him if we're living under the same roof. We'll go home after Uncle Granger's funeral, then we won't see him again in the future."

He pursed his lips and held me in his arms before he turned over and pinned me underneath his body. "Then make it up to me, hmm?"

I couldn't help but blush, and I subconsciously wanted to hide myself away. I was trapped into a corner by him, and everything after that was a losing battle.

Hendrix was very busy, and it had to do with the many hospitals that he oversaw. If it weren't for his strong leadership, the Roberts Group would have been in ruins due to the public opinion by now.

But in the end, there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't know what kind of person Josiah was to Hendrix, so I could only remain silent.

The next day.

dragged me out of the house. Yohannes' funeral would be held in a few days and

Irvin, Nerissa had to move out after the

days, I felt like I was freezing to death. We went property-viewing everyday, and Nerissa was almost always unsatisfied. Either the place didn't have good lighting, or

an excellent environment and location, was something hard to own even if

years, Nerissa naturally wanted a house that was either better or just like

funeral came so quickly despite Nerissa being unable to find a suitable house. Hence, she had no choice

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early to prepare for the funeral. After all the guests paid their respects to Yohannes, the funeral procession would

had been nervous for a few days, finally

Yohannes, Nerissa took a glance at Irvin, who had been standing in front of the gravestone for a long time. He had become increasingly cold and stern over the

seemed to be covered with a layer of frost; cold enough to bear with it a murderous

what happened to Helen, Irvin's bloodthirst had become

at Irvin before Nerissa pulled on my hand and motioned me

something comforting, but