My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 255

It was at this time that Irvin seemingly appeared out of nowhere with a sullen face. I followed him to his car, and we got into the car without any words. I was still depressed at the thought of the divorce agreement in the drawer, and I was somewhat unwilling to head back to the villa. Even though Jarold City was a large city, there was nowhere I could go.

Irvin drove steadily in the direction of the nature reserves' residential area downtown. I was stunned when I noticed that. Looking sideways at him, I asked, "Aren't you sending me back to the Roberts'?"

"You can stay in the Granger Manor for the time being," said he without much expression.

I was perplexed, but I didn't have a chance to say anything as he had already pulled up and got out of the car.

I followed him into the house and saw Nerissa. She was walking down the stairs with her red-rimmed eyes in a coat. It seemed that she had a good cry, and she was ready to go out despite the state she was in.

Then, she was me behind Irvin as well. She asked in surprise, "Why are you with Irvin?"

"We just so happened to meet on the street," Irvin coldly said, and he went upstairs. It was obvious that he didn't want to say anything more.

Nerissa didn't mind him. She gave me a good look, and she was visibly less disturbed. She took my hand, seating me on the sofa in the living room, and asked with concern, "Where were you? You didn't bring your phone or any money!"

I plastered on a smile and answered truthfully, "I forgot."

Nerissa didn't comment further. She only took out her phone and made a call. I knew who she was calling, but I wasn't in the place to say anything else at the moment. So, I just continued sitting in silence.

It didn't take long for Hendrix to arrive in haste. Nerissa waited at the door, and when she saw him, she hurried forward and whispered, "Don't be angry. Calm down and be gentle with her. Don't upset her."

Her voice was very low, but I could still hear it.

I fixed my gaze on the texture of the hardwood flooring in the living room.

Hendrix mumbled something in acknowledgment, and he came to the living room. He walked up to me and crouched down to look at me. Putting his hand on mine, he asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry? Have you had dinner?"

I nodded and lifted my head to look at Nerissa, who was standing behind him. "Aunt Nerissa, thank you. I should go now. Please help me to send my gratitude to Irvin," I said.