My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It seemed that Irvin was used to my behavior and didn't ask about it. He just calmly poured out a glass of water and handed it to me.

I took a small sip and explained guiltily, "I... I'm actually fine. I just happened to be passing by, so I thought I'd come in and visit."

Irvin changed the topic and asked, "Why are you out today all of a sudden?"

"I went to see a friend," I carefully kept it vague.

Irvin was able to guess who it was since I didn't have many acquaintances. He asked, "Was it Miss Moore?"

"Yes." I had no reasons to hide anything now.

Silence followed my response. My fingers trailed the edge of the glass that was in my hand. I was hesitant about if I should pour out all the doubts I had in my heart to him. Irvin had been paying very close attention to me and I was sure that he had seen through me in an instant.

A moment later, Irvin went to sit at his desk. Then, he asked casually, "Did you do anything else other than talk? Or did you run into the paparazzi

again?"

I had previously told him about the incident where Freya and I were cornered by the paparazzi in the mall.

I wasn't thinking about that at first but since Irvin brought it up, I couldn't help but ask, "Irvin, you... have you dealt with Mr. Roberts before?"

and he

left me in a

did not look guilty

It was much too cold-hearted of me to ask a man who had been protecting me for

lips, "Freya hoped that I could recover my memory as

surprised at all. He didn't even ask about the details of our conversation. Instead, he simply asked, "Do you

down

gently, "As long as you believe

Irvin said only confused me even

of mine rather than a lover that he had once been. He wasn't

conversations with others.

our daily lives were completely isolated from each other.

I couldn't help but ask him

changed. He became more casual and said,

head, "I

mobile phone, as he said casually, "It's getting late. Do you want me

had deliberately changed

I've always felt like he was hiding