My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 559

"It's a friend who I met on the plane. You don't know her. But don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

After a moment of silence, he said, "Alright. When you go out, remember to text me. Send me the address later and I'll go pick you up."

I agreed and hung up.

Not long after, someone knocked on the hotel door. It was Evan.

He always had a cold face. When he saw me open the door, he stated, "Mrs. Roberts, Mr. Roberts asked me to send you these clothes."

I nodded and took the clothes, "Thank you!"

He nodded and left without saying another word.

I then went back to the hotel room and got myself changed.

Soon, Shirley called me on the phone again. She informed me that she had arrived at the lobby.

I quickly packed up and went downstairs. When I saw a black Bentley parked at the entrance of the hotel, I couldn't help but stare in awe at it.

The car window was rolled down. At the driver's seat, a man with a stone cold face stared at me.

He was like a familiar stranger. Were there two completely different people with the exact same name in the world?

"Arianna!" Shirley was sitting in the front passenger seat. She tilted her head and greeted me, "Get in the car!"

I was dumbfounded for a moment. Then, I came back to my senses and got in the car.

"What were you thinking about just now? You didn't seem to hear me even though I was calling for you." Shirley then introduced the man behind the wheel. "This is my fiance, Irvin Granger. When I was on my way to you, I met up with him as he had just finished his business. So, I came together with him. Do you mind?"

I took a look at him, but I was still in shock. I shook my head slightly and said, "No... I don't mind!"

Looking at the man's handsome side profile, depression sank its melancholic teeth into me for a moment. I didn't know how many questions I had buried in my heart that I was dying to ask. But since Shirley was here, I couldn't say anything.

We arrived at the restaurant.

Shirley seemed to be in a good mood. Holding Irvin's hand, she suggested, "Mr. Granger, please order. I like the dishes that you order."

Irvin agreed dispassionately. Soon, he laid his eyes on me and raised his eyebrows, "Miss Reid, what do you like to eat?"