My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 216

"That's up to them if they want to date, and it's none of your business. Just eat already!" Monique

teased as she pushed a plate of meat in Ian's direction.

He shifted his gaze back to our table, and he jested, "I don't eat meat."

"Oh, don't be such a wuss," It was typical of Monique to provoke Ian whenever she had the chance.

Almost losing his temper, Ian replied through gritted teeth, "Are you implying that all vegetarians are

cowardly?"

How childish of them.

I took a glimpse at Sawyer's direction again. He and the girl had settled at a spot that was quite far

away for us to see clearly.

After the meal, Ian tugged Monique and me. "Both of you have got to go to the nightclub with me

tonight! It's troublesome for me to come back once. You won't just leave me at the hotel alone, right?"

Monique was puzzled, "Nightclub? Are you kidding us? Don't you know that we're both carrying a

child? To bring two pregnant women, you-"Two pregnant women? Oh my god, Monique! You're

pregnant too? Who's the father?"

Ian exclaimed loudly in shock.

The diners at our neighboring table cast look at us, so I quickly motioned him to lower his voice and

babbled, "She meant if I'm pregnant, she's pregnant too. You know we're practically soulmates. Stop

overthinking!"

I knew Monique didn't want others to know about her pregnancy.

Finally grasping the situation, Monique let out a sigh of relief and sarcastically said to Ian, "How smart

of you, always reading the situation perfectly!"

"No," Ian snapped back, "You're the stupid one!"

By the time we left the restaurant, it was getting dark, and my phone was running out of battery.

Looking at us with his puppy-dog eyes, Ian begged, "Please! Just stay with me for a while more before

going home."

Monique was bewildered by his action, "You're a man. Stop acting cute! Arianna's pregnant. How can

she go to the nightclub?"

Ian pouted, "Who says a pregnant woman can't have fun? It's fine as long as she doesn't drink. On top

of that, I've come all the way here. At least we should have a talk, right? If Arianna continues to keep

everything to herself, I'm afraid it's going to affect the baby sooner or later."

Looking convinced, Monique turned to me and asked, "Do you want to have a little chat?"

I nodded, slipping the phone back into my pocket, and suggested, "The bar and karaoke will smell of

cigarettes, so let's not go there. A cafe, maybe?"

"Cafe? Most of them are closed by now. We're heading to the hotel!" Ian spoke as he pushed Monique

and me into the car, "The three of us have f*cking slept on the same bed before. What else is there to ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

be ashamed of?"

Monique shrugged and agreed with him.

Indeed, when we used to travel during our college days, we almost always stayed in one room together

to save the cost. After spending so much time together, Ian felt more like a brother to us.

After setting the navigation, Ian drove and started nagging.

Monique was already annoyed, so she kept her eyes shut, eventually dozed off while I listened to him

in silence. Ian glanced over to me and lectured, "One of the common symptoms for depression is

regularly feeling blue, irregular sleep, continuous low mood, not getting enjoyment out of life-"

Starting to feel irked by his constant nagging, I tried to change the topic, "Have you settled down in

Mesville? Are you going to stay there for good?"

"Of course not," While waiting for the traffic light to change, hands still on the steering wheel, Ian told

us, "I've completed all the courses for my psychology class. I'm thinking of returning to Jarold City to

set up a clinic there, and live a simple life."