My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 274

It was already dark when I woke up. I opened my eyes, and I saw a tall figure standing in front of

methrough the dim lights in the pavilion.

Assuming that it was Hendrix, I buried my head back into the pillow wearily while complaining,

"Hendrix, my waist is sore. The baby must be here for revenge, and it must be a boy. He's not gentle at

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After that, I closed my eyes to rest. My limbs were sore, and the baby wasn't making it easy for me too.

Seeing that Hendrix wasn't answering me, I continued, "At least help me to massage my legs. It's really

sore and uncomfortable."

"Fine," the person responded and put his muscular hand on my leg.

Finally, I realized that the voice didn't belong to Hendrix. I opened my eyes abruptly.

What came into sight was the sculpted yet stone-cool face of Irvin. I was shocked and quickly pulled

back my leg from his hand.

Still in shock, I opened my mouth to ask, "Mr. Granger, why are you here?" But as soon as I finished

my sentence, I regretted it. I was in the Granger manor; of course Irvin would be here.

Irvin let my leg slide away from his hands. He calmly looked away from my leg and spoke in a very light

voice, "Just taking a walk after dinner."

I nodded. I didn't have much to talk about with him to begin with, so I got up and prepared to leave.

On the contrary, Irvin found a seat and sat down. Somewhat leisurely, he asked, "Why are you avoiding

me? Am I that scary?"

Bewildered, I shook my head and said, "No."

He nodded, raising his eyebrows, "I sent away Snowie. He didn't mean to scare you."

It took me a while to realize that he was referring to the gray Tibetan Mastiff. The corner of my lips

twitched at the completely unrelated name. No one in the right mind would have named a gray furred

dog a name like Snowie.

Irvin was truly unpredictable.

"But I'm alright," I said. After a pause, I looked at his gloomy face and added, "You don't have to send

him away."

It wouldn't harm people as long as it was properly leashed. So, it was unnecessary to send it away.

He cocked his eyebrows at me, and he laughed coldly, "I'm not the one to make the call."

I had a feeling that he was still holding a grudge. So, I said, "I'm sorry, I—"

"Why do you apologize?" He frowned and added, "You know, you and Nerissa are quite similar in some

aspects. You know when and how to show your weaknesses. You utilize men's weakness."

Irvin's words were derogating.

I had been standing for a long time, and I began to feel exhausted again. Leaning on a pillar, I

grimaced at Irvin, "You don't have to be so frustrated at me. I didn't want things to play out the way it is.

Anyway, I'm really afraid of dogs, and Snowie did frighten me whether he did it on purpose or not. I

accepted your apology, but I didn't ask you to get rid of Snowie."

I wasn't angry at him. I only felt that he shouldn't be letting out his anger on me. Then, I continued, "As

for what's going on in your family... Uncle Yohannes was single when Aunt Nerissa married him. I'm

sure you should know your parents' marriage better than me."

Yohannes and Helen had already divorced when Nerissa married Yohannes. Be it a divorce or a

marriage, it was a matter of mutual consent. However, just because Helen was reluctant to let

Yohannes and the failed marriage go, she made it awkward for Nerissa to be in her position.

Human nature was scary. Sometimes, people just couldn't stand other people moving on and living a

better life than them.

Hearing my words, Irvin sneered. He adjusted his sitting posture and narrowed his eyes at me, his lips

curled into an unfathomable smile. He asked, "You sound like you know a lot about the Granger family."