My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 300

I took the napkin and wiped the spot for him. However, there were still some traces left.

I looked at Irvin and in embarrassment, "I don't think I can wipe it clean."

He flicked my forehead with his fingers and said with a smile, "Looks like I can only clean it when we're

home then."

I nodded. That was the only thing that could be done at the moment.

I was feeling much better after eating and taking a stroll around the mall.

Seeing that it was almost dusk, we decided to head back to the suburbs. Heading towards the parking

lot of the shopping mall, Irvin went straight to take the car while I stood under the setting sun in a daze,

waiting for him near the exit.

Autumnal evening sunshine wasn't as hot as the summer sun, but I still felt dizzy after being exposed

to the sun for too long.

"Ian, you really suck at reverse parking. Do you know that?"

I recognized the voice in an instant. My body went stiff, and I wanted to turn around to take a look.

But I stopped myself. Then, I heard another voice - Ian's. He quipped, "Watch where you walk! You're

going to be a mother soon. Can't you be a little more reliable?"

"Of course not!"

As I listened to their voices, Irvin's car came over. He saw Ian and Monique too, and he also noticed Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

that I wasn't looking well.

He frowned and asked, "Do you want to meet them?"

I shook my head, got into the car, and I said, "Let's go."

I looked deathlike at the moment, and I would only make them worry if I went up to them in this

condition. It would be better to meet later when I felt better.

Irvin glimpsed at me, but he didn't comment on my decision. Instead, he drove directly back to the villa

in the suburbs.

On the way, looking at the fleeting sceneries, I was deep in my thoughts.

I heard Irvin sighed faintly, and he said, "Only you can help yourself to walk out of the pain."

I kept quiet. I knew that I could only make peace with the grief on my own. No one else could help me.

The following days were uneventful.

Irvin was really accommodating, but I couldn't stay here with him forever.

It was already early October. I had been avoiding contact with the rest of the world for two months,

unwilling to see anyone I knew or even watch any news on my phone and television. So, I lived a rather

peaceful life.

One day, Irvin came home early in the evening. I was reading in the hammock in the courtyard when he

got out of the car.

He got a blanket to cover my legs, and said, "It's getting chilly. Keep warm, and don't be sick, alright?"

I closed the book and looked upwards at him. With a soft smile, I said, "You sounded just like my

grandma!"

He raised his eyebrows. He didn't seem angry at me for comparing him to an elderly, only smiling

faintly. He asked, "How so?"

I tilted my head and thought for a moment. Then, I answered, "Well, both of you love to nag.

He burst out laughing, "Well then. It seems like I'll have to avoid doing so in the future. Otherwise, you'll

despise me."

Right then, the helper came to the courtyard and politely informed, "Miss Reid, Mr. Granger, the meal is

ready."

Irvin hummed as a response, taking the book in my hand away from me. He looked at it and cocked his

eyebrows, '"Romeo and Juliet'? You've been reading it recently, haven't you?"

Nodding, I got up from the hammock and smiled at him, "I used to only feel sorry for Romeo and Juliet.

Now, when I read it, I feel like I could understand the decisions every character made."

He nodded nonchalantly, putting the book back to the bookshelf, and said, "Let's go eat now." The villa

was spacious, but it didn't seem empty. We walked through the cluttered living room to the dining room.

During dinner, I kept going for the crucian fish soup. Naturally, Irvin noticed that, and he

straightforwardly filled my almost bowl, "Have some more since you like it."

I smiled, and my hand raised to touch my face. Looking at Irvin, I asked, "Do you see any changes in

me lately?"

Upon hearing my question, he put down his cutlery and looked at me seriously. He nodded, "Well...

You've lost weight."

I was rendered speechless.

It was obvious that Irvin was teasing me. He had been trying his best to feed me for the past few

weeks. So, I had gained weight, even my originally hollow cheeks had become fuller than before.

Seeing that he hadn't resumed eating after that, I supposed he had finished his meal. So, I also put

down my cutlery and said, "Irvin, I need to tell you something."