My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Irvin sneered, "I don't care!"

I got up, suppressed my emotions, looked at him calmly and said, "You know what, all of this is fair. You erased any hope of my child's survival and Hendrix destroyed your career. It's all fair. As for the favor I owe you for saving my life, I will repay you for that."

He grabbed my wrist and said, "Don't be in a hurry to leave. Sit back with me for a while longer."

I frowned because I really didn't want to.

Exerting a little more force, he pushed me back into my seat and said, "I know you hate me and might not be willing to even see me but Arianna, but I'm lonely. The members of the company have left. That day I stood on the top floor and stayed there for a long time. I watched the lights of the thousands of homes below, but my heart was empty and lonely. I've lived like this all these years. I am someone who doesn't like to remember or reminisce about the dead, but I keep on seeing my parents in my dreams. In the dreams, it would be New Year's Eve, and they would prepare a lot of dishes and always urge me to come home quickly."

I would feel better. So, I would drive to the villa in the eastern suburbs and stand outside the gate, watching you with your bright lights and listening to your laughter. There, for a

way of replying to that. Instead, I looked at him with my face schooled expressionless. After a moment of silence, I said, "It's

I should head back."

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"Arianna, do you even still regard me as your friend? You didn't come to visit me when I gave birth, or while I was recuperating. I've asked you out so many times only to be turned down, so what's

thinking about that when I went out in the morning. I had wanted to visit her after going