My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2145

Hendrix was not a god. I can't be selfish and have him constantly look at the woman he loved getting upset over another man.

I was used to being callous and free around him. I would just look like a novice if I were to hide my feelings. If I were to force a smile, then it would seem like there was something ambiguous going on between Irvin and me. Hence, I'd better be frank and face the reality of my emotions.

As we were about to leave, Hendrix intentionally changed into the leisurewear that I picked out for him. He looked more casual and laid back. The standoffish look in him was much reduced and he actually looked a lot more approachable.

I smiled and said humorously, "You are about to meet your romance rival, and yet you dressed up to look so friendly?"

"Have I?" Hendrix didn't even bat an eye as he walked forward to hold my shoulders before we headed out. As we walked, he said, "Don't you realize that I'm wearing this to match with your outfit?"

I looked down at my own clothes and realized that it was true. However, I could no longer smile the

next second.

I could understand that upon facing rivals, this was intended to cause envy, but provocation would only worsen Irvin's current situation. It really wasn't appropriate for us to wear something like this.

As I was lost in thought, I felt a pinch of pressure from the hand on my shoulders. Hendrix said hastily, "I am not petty. Even in a situation like this, where the other is at disadvantage, I would rather win fair and square."

"Irvin wouldn't want to see me. I could even imagine that upon hearing my name, he might even feel agitated. Hence, you will have to meet him alone."

I pursed my lips and didn't know what to say.

"I'm not generous either, thus I would need to find some type of balance. Wearing matching outfits shows that you and I are together."

His tone was casual as if he was talking about someone else. However, I was very sure that Hendrix wouldn't be so rational when he was jealous.

But for me, he restrained himself.

What was love? It was doing things

met

that one otherwise wouldn't be willing to for the sake of their partner. What better way to show that one would always put thei partner's happiness before theirs than this?

It was said that love is a constant endurance. Hendrix apparently solidified this saying.

Before I could have my touchy-feely moment, I was already pushed into the car by Hendrix.

Along the corridors of the courtyard, Shirley was holding her child as she sat on the chair. Both seemed to be depending on each other for dear life. There was no soul in their eyes,

and as they sat there, they were just like two empty shells existing

together.

They seemed to look more haggard than they did the last time we saw them.

It was not at all an exaggeration to say that an ill member could crumble an entire family.

As we appeared, surprise flashed across Shirley's eyes and a smile appeared on her pale face. Standing up with her child, it seemed like this was their only way of showing gratitude.

We silently exchanged looks before I once again entered the room that was akin to a vampire that sucked the lives out of people.

To my surprise, Irvin was awake. He

didn't look up even though he heard footsteps. Acting tough as though to push one away, he said in a weak voice, "You are here again. If you really love me and want me to live a few days longer, you should have taken the child and remarried. Stop showing up..."

He had long been unable to support himself, and by saying all these harsh words with much moderation, every single word required a pause for breath.

This was presumably not his first time speaking such harsh words. He wanted to chase the mother and son out as he didn't want to burden them. Or perhaps, he was still living as the arrogant soul that did not wish to be pitied.

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After Irvin finished speaking, the place fell into complete silence. Feeling as if something was amiss, he finally looked up.

As our eyes met, our gazes fixed on each other. The look in his eyes was an indication that my presence was like a death punishment to him.