My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Then came the next day.

I went downstairs for breakfast in the morning only to find that Irvin had already left earlier on.

It was not until ten in the morning when I was reading in the backyard that he showed up with his briefcase. He pulled out the chair next to me and began to work without saying anything.

Just as the servant came over with a plate of fruits, Irvin's phone rang. He answered it, glancing at me from time to time.

"Miss Reid." The servant suddenly pointed at the milk in front of me and said, "The milk will get cold if you don't drink it."

The servants in Irvin's family treated me well, so I didn't think much of it before I picked up the glass of milk and finished it in one gulp.

When I was placing the glass back on the table, I noticed that a note had been placed in its original position. I looked up at the servant and saw that he was giving me a knowing look.

I immediately understood the situation and quickly picked up the note, putting it in the pocket of my shirt.

Then, I shot a glance at Irvin subconsciously.

He happened to walk over. "Is there something on my face?"

calmly. Afterward, I got up calmly and stretched. Yawning, I said, "I'm a little sleepy. I'm going back to my room to lie

I know what was written in the note. However, I had

the bedroom, got into the washroom and locked the door. I took out the note and opened it. A frown made its way to my forehead

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the note's handwriting, and it urged me to

felt familiar to me as I repeated the

had it memorized, I tore the note

I walked out, I bumped into Irvin, whose face

door whenever you go to the toilet." It seemed Irvin had heard the

habits die hard, I guess," I answered

blinked, and something

flitted across his mind.

long as

my mouth into a smile and feigned relaxation by spreading out my

was rare for Irvin not to offer me a response. Instead, he gave a

had a hunch that he

to my room early, switched

was asynchronous with mine. Thus, it barely took an hour before the lights in his room