My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1906

The two men stood across from each other. The aisle seemed a little crowded, and the atmosphere grew even more tense.

"Cyril, is this your girlfriend?" The woman who was part of Cyril's group suddenly came over and interrupted us with a smile on her face.

"No, we used to be old friends." After saying that, Cyril turned his head and warned her, "Stop! Mommy, I know what you are thinking. There's nothing between us!" "Nothing between you two? Then why are you getting so worked up about it?" His mother teased with a faint smile as she looked at me without any reservations.

It seemed that a scene like this was nothing new to him.

"That's enough, Mom. Let's go. I'll explain it to you later."

Cyril was embarrassed by his mother, so he had to drag her back to the table before sitting her down. He hastily said, "Arianna, remember to reach out to Freya when you return!" Freya? That was a woman's name. Did I know her?

I thought that Cyril would say something more, but it seemed that in order to dispel his mother's concerns, the man never even looked at our table again after the meal. When we left, their family was still happily eating away.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Irvin suddenly stopped and started fumbling about in his pocket.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I think I left the car key at the restaurant. I'll go get it. Wait for me here."

"Okay." I'd probably be bored waiting for him, so I said, "I'll go with you."

"It's alright. I'll be back in a jiffy." Irvin patted me on the arm and trotted towards the elevator.

I thought it would take no more than five minutes for him to get his keys, but Irvin took nearly 20 minutes to come back. When he returned, I was leaning against the car and my eyelids were fighting to stay open.

Although my body had almost recovered, the medicine I took each day made it easy for me to feel drowsy.

Irvin sped up his pace and whispered, "You'd better sleep at home. It's bad for your neck if you sleep in the car."

"Yes." I nodded and forced myself up. Then, I remembered what happened in the restaurant and casually asked, "That man called Cyril... Do I know him?" "Maybe. What do you think?" Irvin answered without looking at me.

"Don't you have any impression of him?" I was a little surprised by his response since both Irvin and Cyril got so worked up during their conflict at the restaurant.

Irvin chuckled and said, "It's my first time meeting him, so I'm not sure whether he's telling the truth or not. We were apart for a long time, and we didn't exactly keep tabs on what the other was doing."

During this period of time, I had been

thinking that perhaps our

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relationship was akin to that of couples who got along with each other, at least in the eyes of their acquaintances and friends, but as more information came to light, I gradually understood that this may not be the case at all.

However, it never occurred to me that Irvin could see through my mind so quickly. Feeling a little guilty, I asked, "You... have you figured it out?"

"You're like a child now. It's not difficult to notice what's going on with a little effort," Irvin replied.

Though this was clearly directed at me, Irvin said it without so much as a glance my way.

From where I was sitting, I could only see the side of his face, calm and broad.

Irvin seemed to know that I was staring, so he turned his head to

meet my gaze. "If you feel moved by what I said, voice it out. We missed each other for such a long time because of our lack of

love

communication with one another."

Hearing that, I unconsciously raised my lips and put my hand on my chest. "I feel warm here."

Irvin narrowed his eyes and smiled to himself, his long and narrow eyelashes brushing against each other.