My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 310

Holding me tightly in his arms, Irvin asked, "Where had you been for the whole day? Why didn't you call me to let me know?"

I was stunned, finally realizing that he had feelings for me. There was a bitter taste in my mouth. It seemed that I had made a mistake.

After a long time, he let go of me. He regained his composure and asked, looking at me, "Where did you go for a whole day?"

"I... I don't know. I went out for a walk, and when I woke up, I was already in the hospital," I mumbled, leaving out the part where Hendrix found me and sent me to the hospital on purpose.

Irvin sighed and nodded, "Thank god you're alright." Then, lowering his head to look at my blood-stained feet, he frowned, "Did you walk all the way back?"

I nodded and lowered my eyes, "I don't have a phone or any money, so I couldn't exactly take a taxi home."

"You could have called me to pick you up, you know?" Irvin sighed. He closed his eyes in hopelessness, and when he opened them, it looked like he had made peace with himself. "Well, it's my fault. I didn't think it through." I didn't reply to him.

He sat me on the sofa and brought the first aid kit to the living room. Half kneeling on the ground, he placed my feet on his knee and began to clean the wounds.

When the antiseptic cotton swab came in contact with my opened wound, it stung me, and I couldn't help but flinch. Irvin held me still, and he sighed softly, "I'll be done with you in a second."

Even though he asked for me to tolerate the pain for some more time, he was still worried about putting me through unnecessary discomfort. He even blew a few times on the wounds to make me feel better when he applied the ailment on them. Looking at him, I let my mind wander.

Nerissa was right. I should keep my distance from Irvin. Once someone caught wind of us and started spreading rumors, the whole city would be talking about the Roberts and Granger family. Things would end up more disastrous than we had thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Irvin kept the tools back into the first aid kit and raised his eyes to look at me.

I met his gaze, and I took my feet back. I didn't answer him, only watched him putting the first aid kit back to its place. Then, he came to sit next to me after pouring a glass of water for me.

After much consideration, I began to speak, "Irvin, you didn't need to come here every day."