My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 296

The corner of his lips twitching, Irvin frowned and said, "He's already in the morgue. I've left him to the

care of the professionals in the hospital."

"No!" I cried, tightening my grip on his sleeves. I shook my head violently with tears rolling down my

face. "Please don't treat him like this. He's my baby! Even if he... Even if he died, I should give him a

proper burial as his mother."

Irvin's brows knitted together, his worries visibly in his dark eyes. "Alright. Then, you should take good

care of yourself. I'll let you plan the funeral once you're feeling better, okay?"

I nodded, and I was still heartbroken. And I didn't know if I would ever stop feeling the ache.

Irvin took very good care of me. Since I had lost the baby in such a tragic way, and I was deep in grief,

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me.

My fingers went to trace the long and protruding scar on my now flatten belly

without being aware of it. Since the baby suffocated to death in the womb, they had to perform a

cesarean section to take him out, marking the scar on me.

Every time I touched it, I was reminded of the painful memories, and they were insufferable and

inexpressible.

I spent the first two weeks in the hospital in a trance, only to realize that I was in a private hospital far

away from Jarold City. It was one of Irvin's assets. When the doctors cleared me for discharge, Irvin

brought me to a villa, also one of his assets.

I had been grieving for the child since that night, draining my strength to think about anything else. As a

result, I only remembered that I had to let Monique and Ian know that I was safe.

I asked for a phone from one of the hired ladies to make the calls, but I realized that I couldn't even

remember the phone numbers. So, I gave up on the idea.

Irvin would visit every day, spending a long time talking about tradings and finances with me. I

understood some of his topics, and some I didn't.

I knew that he did it out of good intentions. He wanted to distract me from anything related to the child.

A whole month passed, and I had enough rest. I was feeling well enough to leave the room, lazing in

the sun and occasionally staring at the blossoming flowers in the courtyard.

It was already late autumn, and the plants around the villa all began to wither. Autumn was a sad

season. It was easy to feel depressed, watching the leaves wilt, and falling to the ground.

"It's windy. You shouldn't stay out here for too long," A deep and magnetic voice came from behind me.

I turned around to see that it was Irvin.

I put on a soft smile and greeted him, "You're here." Then, I noticed that he was holding some files. He

must have come to the villa straight from the company.

After handing the documents to the nanny, he walked to me and habitually bend down to carry me in

his arms. I quickly stopped him and said with a faint smile, "I'm much better now. I'm done with my

confinement, and my wounds have healed."

Before that, he used to carry me around because I was too seriously injured to walk on my own. Now

that I had recovered, I shouldn't trouble him anymore.

He frowned, and his dark eyes narrowed slightly. He asked, "What do you want to eat later?" He

always tried to prepare food for me as if he feared that I would die of hunger.

I shook my head and said with a faint smile, "I'm not hungry. I just ate something in the morning."

Irvin turned to look at the maidservant and asked in a low voice, "What time did she eat?"

"Seven o'clock in the morning!"

Hearing that answer, Irvin's dark eyes looked at the luxurious Swiss watch on his wrist, then he

scowled at me, "It's already afternoon now. You need to eat something!"

Reluctantly, I nodded. After spending some time together, I felt like I was close enough with him that I

could say I knew him. Although he was aloof, he was kind and considerate.

After the death of my baby, I also lost my appetite. Even after I had recovered from the surgery, I didn't

eat as much, and I didn't exactly feel hungry either. If Irvin weren't there to remind me constantly, I

would really forget about eating.