My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 304

Irvin carried me all the way through to the parking lot, and people were casting looks at us. Hendrix

chased after us and rushed to block Irvin's path. His voice low and cold, he hissed, "Put her down!"

Irvin sneered with a dark face, "Do you think she'll leave with you?"

Hendrix narrowed his eyes at me, and he said, "Arianna, come back with me."

I grabbed onto Irvin as if he was my last resort. With swollen red eyes, I begged, "Take me away... Take

me away!"

Irvin nodded. Pursing his lips, he looked at Hendrix and spoke very clearly, "Hendrix, you will be the

death of her."

Hendrix's lips were pressed tightly together, and the life in his dark eyes slowly faded away as he

stared at me. After a long time, he forced a few words out of his mouth, "Fine. You can go."

Seeing that Hendrix had given up, I heaved a sigh of relief. Irvin carried me to the car and drove us

directly back to Central Park Residence.

After getting out of the car, he continued to carry me into the house, and he put me on the sofa in the

living room. Then, he brought me a glass of water and a bottle of medicine and sat beside me. He

asked, "Do you want to take the medicine?"

I nodded, took the medicine from his hand, and stuffed it into my mouth. Then, I leaned back on the

sofa in exhaustion as I calmed myself down. Meanwhile, Irvin stayed with me in silence.

Truth be told, I was very lucky to have someone dependable to aid me during my hardships.

Dalton was there to support me when Carol passed away; this time, it was Irvin. I didn't know how long

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After being thrown into misery repeatedly, I already didn't know I suffered because of my poor nerves or

it was just destined.

Not knowingly, I fell asleep. I didn't know how long I had slept, but it was already late at night when I

woke up.

Then, I heard noises coming from the living room. I got up from the bed to have a look, and I saw Irvin.

He was cooking in the kitchen, wearing an apron, and he looked just like a chef.

Hearing my footsteps, he turned around and saw me, who had just woken up. He smiled, "Go wash

your face, Dinner will be ready later."

I leaned against the doorframe and looked at his skilled movements. I couldn't help but ask, "Did you

study in Le Cordon Bleu?"

He laughed in a low voice, and his eyes lit up with joy, "Well, I'll take it as a compliment."

I wasn't stingy with compliments. So, I nodded, "You look really professional!"

He turned off the gas, turned to look at me, and urged, "Hurry up!"

Nodding, I went to the en suite in the bedroom to clean up. When I returned to the living room, Irvin had

already prepared three dishes and one soup. They all smelled delicious.

I sat down by the table while he put a plate of rice in front of me and said, "You should eat more. We're

going for a walk downstairs later."

I nodded. The food that Irvin had cooked was tasty, but I still lost my appetite after only taking a few

bites.

Irvin didn't force me to eat when he noticed this. He only said, "There are fruits in the refrigerator, and

snacks in the cabinet, Go and see what you want to eat."

Smiling faintly, I couldn't help but ask, "Where did you learn to take care of girls this well?" The effort he

put into making sure I would feel at home was another level of meticulosity that even a woman would

envy.

He nodded and answered softly, "This is how I used to take care of Snowie."

I was dumbfounded. Snowie was his dog, and he just said he took care of me like how he cared for his

dog.

Unable to continue the conversation anymore, I got up and looked in the refrigerator. There were

indeed many fruits in it. It seemed like Irvin had bought them by himself when I was asleep.

I took a box of strawberries and walked towards the sink, thinking that I would need to wash it. Irvin

saw me, and he said, "I washed them. You can just eat them."

"Uh, okay... Thank you," I stuttered. It was surprising for him to even think about this beforehand.

I went to sit on the sofa and ate the strawberries. When I finished them, Irvin had put all the dishes in

the sink. Seeing that I was lying lazily on the sofa, he frowned and instructed, "Go change into

something warmer. We're going downstairs for a walk later."