My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Three days had passed without any news from Irvin and the others.

These days, I felt like I was walking on thin ice and slept uneasily every night. Every day, the only way I could fall asleep was by watching the video of my baby.

In the middle of one night, I had just drifted off when I heard the creaking of the door downstairs. I woke up immediately, put on my coat, and ran downstairs.

By the time I reached the lobby, Rachel had already gone up the other flight of stairs, and the bodyguard was nowhere to be found. Irvin was the only one left in the large living room. He wore a black cloak, and he had an aura of servitude about him. Just like when I first saw him here, he was staring at the portrait of Jesus on the cross.

Hearing my footsteps, Irvin asked, "Why haven't you slept yet? Are you waiting for me?"

Irvin's voice was soft and clear, revealing the joy within it.

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as he walked over to me like nothing had happened. "God won't always be

leaning forward slightly, and gave me a once-over. His humble and gentle face suddenly became more

will stand on your side, does

face. This was exactly what

and stood up straight as if he had heard a big joke. Then, he

when Irvin suddenly

said you only met the child once before. You must be missing

I had no reason to ignore his kindness. "Yes, I'm thinking about him

One month? Or one year? Do you know what it means to live like this for a year? You said that

and continued, "Since you imprisoned me here, I'm begging you to lock me up with my child. I don't want to just watch the video every day. I want to see my

and strong body stood as solid as a wall, reminding me that