My Pretty Sweetheart novel 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 I could take it. I always had a feeling that I would eventually yield in, perhaps the next day.

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."