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.

Irvin asked as he walked over to me like

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

it doesn't necessarily mean that I will stand on

to see the worry and panic on my face. This was exactly what Irvin was looking

with interest and stood up straight as if he had heard a big joke. Then, he smiled and looked at me mockingly. "Not necessarily." These few words showed how

suddenly turned around, seemingly uninterested in my

met the child once before. You must be missing

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

think is soon? One day? One month? Or one year? Do you know what it means to live like

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

as solid as a wall, reminding me that all hope was