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My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1913

During the two hours that I was out, I had not drank. When I reached the foot of the stairs, I turned back and went to the kitchen for some water.

As soon as I finished drinking and got out of the kitchen, the lights in the living room suddenly lit up. I was taken aback as I shot a glance towards the lit area to find Irvin standing by the balustrade of the staircase in his grey silk pajamas and looking down calmly.

Before I could figure out an explanation, he asked, "Have you finished all the water in your room?"

How sweet of him to provide me with such a thoughtful excuse, and I accepted it without even thinking while nodding my head. "Yes, I feel thirstier than usual today, so I drank more."

"Okay." Irvin nodded slightly. There was a brief silence from him before he said, "Remember to turn on the lights whenever you come downstairs at night. There's no need to save on electric bills."

Just as I was about to heave a sigh of relief and respond to his joke, he said unhurriedly, "I'll bring you to buy two sets of pajamas tomorrow."

After that, he disappeared in the corridor on the

second floor.

It took me a long time to come to my senses. Then, I stared blankly at the clothes that I had changed into just before I went out earlier.

I didn't know if it was because women were innately predisposed to love children, but after seeing Wynn, I tossed and turned all night, unable to fall asleep.

When the clock struck five, I could not lie still anymore. I did not want to be idle, hence I decided to go to the kitchen.

There were people who delivered food ingredients to Irvin's house on a daily basis. The kitchen was filled to the brim with various ingredients.

Oddly, every time I saw an ingredient, the way to cook it would flit across my mind naturally, perhaps due to human's survival instinct. Thus, I chose three of the ingredients before me to wash them before turning them into food.

"Wow, you're in such a good mood today. Preparing breakfast by yourself?"

When Irvin showed up, I was warming milk at the kitchen countertop.

"I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to give it a try. I didn't expect that I could really cook."

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