My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1935

It seemed that Irvin was used to my behavior and didn't ask about it. He just calmly poured out a glass of water and handed it to me.

I took a small sip and explained guiltily, "I... I'm actually fine. I just happened to be passing by, so I thought I'd come in and visit."

Irvin changed the topic and asked, "Why are you out today all of a sudden?"

"I went to see a friend," I carefully kept it vague.

Irvin was able to guess who it was since I didn't have many acquaintances. He asked, "Was it Miss Moore?"

"Yes." I had no reasons to hide anything now.

Silence followed my response. My fingers trailed the edge of the glass that was in my hand. I was hesitant about if I should pour out all the doubts I had in my heart to him. Irvin had been paying very close attention to me and I was sure that he had seen through me in an instant.

A moment later, Irvin went to sit at his desk. Then, he asked casually, "Did you do anything else other than talk? Or did you run into the paparazzi

again?"

I had previously told him about the incident where Freya and I were cornered by the paparazzi in the mall.

I wasn't thinking about that at first but since Irvin brought it up, I couldn't help but ask, "Irvin, you... have you dealt with Mr. Roberts before?"

Irvin's face froze and he said, "Who told you that?"

Irvin's directness left me in a daze.

He did not look guilty at all.

As a result, I felt a little embarrassed. It was much too cold-hearted of me to ask a man who had been protecting me for the past six years about someone who I had just met. Irvin saw me hesitate. Then, he became serious and asked, "Was it Freya?"

I pursed my lips, "Freya hoped that I could recover my memory as quickly as possible."

Irvin didn't seem surprised at all. He didn't even ask about the details of our conversation. Instead, he simply asked, "Do you believe what she said to betrue?"

"She has no reason to lie." Deep down in my heart, I trusted Freya very much.

"Great," Irvin smiled gently, "As long as you believe that she isn't lying to you, then she's not."

What Irvin said only confused me even further.

The current Irvin felt more like a close confidante of mine rather than a lover that he had once been. He wasn't going to get jealous or ask details about my life and

conversations with others.

Even though we lived together, our daily lives were completely isolated from each other. There was no intimacy nor warm moments in our relationship.

I've had this thought for quite some time and I couldn't help but ask him about it, "Am I really your fiancee?"

When Irvin heard this, his expression changed. He became more casual and said, "What do you think?"

I shook my head, "I don't know."

Irvin laughed and took out his mobile phone, as he said casually, "It's getting late. Do you want me to go home with you or have someone send you off?"

It was obvious that he had deliberately changed the subject to avoid answering my question.

However, I've always felt like he was hiding something.

Irvin was the first person I saw when I opened my eyes and he became the person I became the closest to.

However, at this moment, I suddenly felt like I didn't know him at all.

Irvin looked up at me and patted me

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on the arm with his hand. He said gently, Don't push yourself too hard. Things will naturally fall into place.

Take your time."

I answered, "I know. It won't be long before you're done with work. I'll wait for you."

I would only end up overthinking things if I went home now, so it would be better to take this opportunity to observe Irvin's daily routine at work.

Irvin instructed his secretary to prepare some afternoon tea and went into the conference room to have his meeting.

His office had an open-concept design. The conference room was separated from where I was with a single glass wall. From where sat, I could clearly see the situation in the conference room.