My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1937

I was lost in my thoughts for a moment. Irvin had finished the meeting and walked in, "What are you thinking about?"

He stood in front of me and asked me this. He lowered his gaze and looked at the contents of the page on my phone. He then smiled faintly and walked over to his desk. "Do you think it's the same person?" he asked.

His words cleared all the doubts in my heart.

I simply got up and walked over. I then sat in front of him, clicked on the picture and handed him the phone, "Don't you think we look alike?"

Six years was enough to change a person's appearance, but it could not erase the scars that it had left on the body.

Irvin crossed his legs and leaned back on his swivel chair. He stared at my face for a few seconds and then said, "You both do look alike."

His reply sounded both firm and determined. If he had answered skeptically, I could still consider it. However, because he had answered so firmly, I was rendered speechless.

Irvin was affirming my doubts but somehow denying it at the same time.

He meant that I looked similar to Arianna, but I wasn't exactly a carbon copy of her. Probably because I wasn't her, that's why he could reply so casually.

As I looked into his eyes, I suddenly realized that Irvin had never mentioned his past to me before.

Since he was once so close to "Arianna", why was he engaged to me, who happened to look just like her?

"I'm done with work for the day. I'll take you out for dinner tonight."

Before I could even consider this, Irvin had already stood up and urged me to leave.

I grabbed my phone and followed him out.

At this moment, I realized that I had gotten used to Irvin changing the subject whenever he was faced with things that he didn't want to talk about.

As we got into Irvin's car and were about to set off, a black car suddenly drove up and blocked our way. Luckily, Irvin was able to hit the brakes just in time.

"Beep!" Irvin was very restrained. He honked and motioned for them to let him pass.

Two minutes had passed and yet, the other driver didn't roll down his window to apologize nor move their car. Irvin unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car to talk to them. However, just as he knocked on the car's window, the black car suddenly accelerated and drove away.

Even Irvin who usually had a good temper couldn't help from frowning at such rude behavior. However, he didn't want to waste anymore time. He turned around and got into the car after he watched the black car disappear in the distance.

I had something on my mind, but I didn't ask him about it. I didn't utter a word throughout the car ride and quickly put that thought behind me.

As soon as I sat down at the dining table, Freya sent me a bunch of photos via WhatsApp.

These photos were taken when "Arianna" was with her.

Of course, there were also some photos of "Arianna" with two children in her arms. In the photo, she looked happy and content. It could be seen that her family was happy and well-loved.

"Are you still thinking about the problem from earlier?" Irvin tried to look at the screen of my mobile phone.

I simply handed the phone over and said, "Freya said that these might help me restore my memory."

Irvin took the phone and flipped

through it for a while before he stopped at the photo of "Arianna" teasing a child. His eyes were gentle as he said, "From the looks of it Arianna had a very happy time with the children after all."

"That's right," I smiled lightly, "What kind of mother would be unhappy when she's with her own children?"

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind and I asked Irvin, "What about us? Have we ever had a child together?"

Irvin was stunned as he handed the phone back to me. He said slowly, "No, I tried to, but you refused. I guess you don't like children."

"I don't like children?"

But why did I feel like I did?

Having children would be great. They were so innocent and pure. Them, with their fair and chubby little faces, whoever saw them would be cheered up in an instant. Had my preferences changed after I died?

As I looked at the picture of Arianna' playing with her children, I nodded absent-mindedly, "Perhaps... that's the case."