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?"

froze and he said,

left me

look

protecting me for the past six years about someone who I had just met. Irvin

that I could recover my memory as quickly

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

Deep down in my heart, I

long as you believe that she isn't

only confused

mine rather than a lover that he had once been. He

conversations with others.

from each other.

I couldn't help but ask him about

changed. He became more

my head,

late. Do you want me to go home with

that he had deliberately changed

always felt like he