My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

We were only engaged, anyway. Irvin had cared for me for six years when I needed someone. I was sure that he wouldn't hurt me, nor would he seek to harm me.

Still, I harbored no strong feelings for him. Perhaps our feelings for each other had just faded away, which wasn't uncommon in relationships.

After all, I was already in my thirties. Gone were the days of intense passion or hatred.

"That's right. We were too young before. We had a lot of misunderstandings, and we almost lost each other. But after going through so much, we still stand by each other. Perhaps fate had given us another chance. In this case, shouldn't we try to start over again?" Irvin narrowed his eyes and extended his hand to me with a gentle and doting look. "Would you give me another chance to take good care of you for the rest of your life?"

Was this a confession?

His smile was so sincere that it eased my worries. I held his calloused hand, nodded with a smile and replied, "Yes."

After half a month of rehabilitation treatment, the doctor finally agreed to let me leave the hospital.

It was early autumn and the weather was pleasant.

I put on a soft cotton coat and wore a hospital gown. I sat in the front seat next to Irvin, who was driving.

me feel slightly uncomfortable. When we stopped at a red light, I tied up my hair and

be in poor health, wasn't I? I must come and

he shifted his gaze away. "I didn't take good care of you in the

like

in his words; as if there was something more

ask, but he

intention

to give

more.

UMS

a stop next to us. A luxurious

window suddenly got rolled down, and a child's voice rang out, "You monster! I

said the crudest words in a tender tone,

must be five or six years old stuck his

mature. With a striped suit, he looked like a gentleman, and his stubborn gaze made me feel like