My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 217

I knew Ian's hometown was Jarold City. After a pause, I asked, "Are you coming back for good then?"

He shook his head, "It depends on how you're doing. But I think I'll still have to return to Mesville in

another two days to settle some matters."

Upon arriving at the hotel, Ian passed the car to the valet service. Monique woke up and got out of the

car, and stared at him. "Why don't you set up your clinic here in Ucrebury? It's convenient for us to see

you if you did."

Ian looked at her and chuckled, "What's wrong? What do you have? Do you have fluctuating mood or

negative thoughts?"

Monique rolled her eyes at him and didn't say anymore.

Since we booked the room in advance, the check-in process was fast.

Ian lazily mumbled under his breath after we entered his room, "I don't like staying in the hotel. It's so

boring and lonely."

I checked my phone and realized that it had run out of battery. Meanwhile, Monique passed out on the

sofa. She must have been exhausted. So there was only Ian and me.

Ian looked at me with seriousness and asked, "When did you realize your mood swings?"

"Around half a year ago," I answered but paused to think for a while before I continued, "I'm always

sad, and I would act impulsively, like putting myself or the baby at risk."

"It didn't happen often. I only lost control several times," I told him truthfully.

He rubbed his temples and said sternly, "Arianna, you know how you were five years ago. So you must

take care of yourself. If that happens again, both you and your child will be in danger."

Of course I knew. Five years ago, I found out that Carol had fallen sick, and then I witnessed Monique's

parents' death with my own eyes. Those incidents had left me with deep trauma.

After Carol passed away, I wouldn't make it if it weren't for Dalton.

Ian sighed and said, "Luckily I've learned enough from studying abroad these few years. I won't let you

hurt yourself again as in the past."

I nodded. It was almost nine at night, and

Monique was already sleeping soundly.

I lowered my voice and asked Ian, "How about you? Did something happen to you?" Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I knew something was wrong with Ian the first eyes I set on him in the airport earlier. Although he

looked and acted as usual, his gaze felt empty. He tried to hide it, but I saw right through at it.

He was taken aback by my question. Then he looked at me and smiled, "Literally nothing can escape

from your eagle-eyes!"

Then he got up and dialed the front desk. Ian requested two bottles of red wine and said to me, "Watch

me drink since you both can't drink. I'm feeling a little moody. When the both of you go home, I'll

probably get a good sleep if I had some alcohol."

I frowned. "Is it a relationship problem? Or something else?"

To the best of my recollection, Ian wouldn't be bothered by love. However, he hardly mentioned

anything about his family, although we had known each other for so long.

I didn't know how to comfort him as I didn't know why he was sad.

He leaned lazily on the sofa and gazed at Monique, who was sleeping like a log. He answered my

question with another question, "Who is her baby's father?"

It seemed that he had found out anyway.

I stuttered. "H-How did you figure it out?"

He rolled his eyes at me and flatly answered, "It's true that we haven't seen each other for so long, but I

haven't gone blind. Monique doesn't gain much weight even when she eats a lot. Now not only did she

put on weight, but she was also eating more than she used to, and she slept so much. Coupled with

her belly- touching gestures, it's easy to guess that Monique was pregnant."

Fair enough, Ian's analyses were spot on.

Not saying much, I just replied, "You can ask her later. Now, tell me about you instead. Since you have

brought us here, you must at least tell us something."

The doorbell rang, and Ian got up to open the door. It was a waiter who brought the requested red

wine.

Ian then shut the door, and he answered, "It's not a big deal. I just feel that I have lived the past twenty

years without achieving much. I feel somewhat lonely."