My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 746

I raised my hand to push him away, but he kept me in his arms and said coldly, "I am still young. Why should I choose to give in? I love you as much as he does. I can offer even more than what Hendrix can. Arianna, I'm not letting go of you."

"Irvin!" I could not break free from him. I frowned. "Are you trying to make it impossible for us to live peacefully?"

He sneered, "What if I am? Am I supposed to be the only one who never gets what he wants? Why should I give in? Why can't I get the love I deserve? Hmm?"

He had lost it!

I stopped struggling and looked at him, "You can pursue love, and you can work hard to get what you want. But Irvin, I'm not an object; I'm a human being. I have the right to choose how I live my life and who I love."

"Then why can't you choose me? Am I not worthy of your love? What's so good about Hendrix? He's violent, vicious, and a bloodsucker. What do you like about him?"

I did not know what Irvin went through recently, but he was now like a bloodthirsty demon. All talk of rationality was out the window.

I was terrified, but my heart ached for him.

"Irvin, we each have our own journey to make. You deserve to be loved, but no matter how Hendrix is as a person, I love him, and that's an unchangeable fact. Although I'm not sure how I fell in love with him and relied on him for the past seven years, I do know that he needs me, and I need him. I'm willing to give him my love and to spend the rest of my life with him."

He seemed to have lost the ability to listen to anything now. He sneered, "I won't let you go. As long as I live, I will hang around you for the rest of my life. I don't care who came first, and I sure don't believe in fate. I believe in myself."

His dark eyes were fierce and unsympathetic, and he was smirking. He pressed his lips against mine as if he was devouring me. He was cold and irrational.

I did not have time to avoid him, and a feeling of disgust grew in my heart. It was repelling.

All of a sudden, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Irvin was shoved away from me.

I was pulled into the embrace of another. That familiar scent of tobacco gave me an inexplicable sense of security.

"Are you okay?" The man asked. His voice sounded low and reserved, but there was a faint trace of anger in it.