My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 363

I frowned. Irvin must've been really drunk.

Letting out a sigh, I helped him up and said, "You don't need my sympathy. You're drunk. Let me take you home."

I said goodbye to everyone in the private dining room and ignored their questioning looks. I helped and supported Irvin down.

Despite being drunk, he still had a little sense of his surroundings. When we reached the exit of the restaurant, he stopped and sat on the stairs, unmoving.

I looked at him helplessly and said, "Come on, let me take you home."

"I don't have a home!"

"Then let's find you a hotel!"

Irvin looked at me and pursed his lips. "You come with me then?"

I...

"I'll take you there."

He was really tough to deal with.

"Then forget it. I'll sit here for the whole night." He was half drunk and half awake with a big temper.

I was at a loss at what to do with him for a moment. Looking at him, I paused and said, "Well then, stay here. I'll head back."

Then, I turned and went to hail a taxi.

Suddenly, Irvin hugged me from the back. In a low, hoarse voice, he asked, "Arianna, where's your sympathy? Are you not going to send me back and just let me freeze to death on the street?"

Looking at his flushed face that was honed with handsome features, I nodded and said, "Yeah, you can freeze to death!"

I could not reason with a drunkard.

Hearing this, his face darkened. He stared at me with his black eyes, held me tightly in his arms, and moved his head closer to me.

Realizing what he was trying to do, I frowned and pushed him away. "Irvin, you're drunk!"