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?"

replied 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 down for a

I had a feeling I shouldn't read it in front of Irvin; he might think of it as odd. I needed

the note and opened it. A frown made its way to my forehead when I read its

identity, neither was there any intention of obtaining my trust through undue persuasion. Only one simple sentence was written on it, which indicated a great sense

was an exquisiteness in the note's handwriting, and it urged me to give this

familiar to me as I repeated

it twice to ensure that I had it memorized,

I walked out, I bumped into Irvin, whose

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

die hard, I guess," I answered

and something

have flitted across his mind. Surprisingly, he

as long as you're happy. I just

relaxation by spreading out my hands. "It's

me a response. Instead, he gave

a hunch that he didn't have complete trust in me

went back to my room early, switched the lights off and

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