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.

I didn't want to be too narcissistic with him, so I changed the subject. "It seems that you didn't do well this time." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

the case, Arianna?" Irvin asked as he walked over to

of me, leaning forward slightly, and gave me a once-over. His humble and

necessarily mean that I will stand on your

the worry and panic on my face. This was exactly what

big joke. Then, he smiled and looked at me mockingly. "Not necessarily." These few words showed how confident he

was about to retort when Irvin suddenly turned around, seemingly

you only met the child once before.

suddenly that I had no reason to ignore his kindness. "Yes,

one year? Do you know what it means to live like this for a year? You said that you love me so much and that I should choose you, but you tortured

I took a deep breath and continued, "Since you imprisoned me here, I'm begging you to lock me up

not react. His tall and strong body stood as solid as a wall, reminding me that all hope was