My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1939

I rushed towards the driver seat. I laid down on the ground and swept the broken glasses away. "Irvin, are you alright!?" I cried out.

His head was bleeding and his eyes were blank. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He blinked his eyes as if he had recognized me and then passed out.

I took out my phone and quickly dialed 911. "Help! I need an ambulance, I have an injured person here, the address is..."

Fortunately, the accident wasn't far from the city, and the ambulance was able to arrive in less than ten minutes.

Irvin was rushed to the operating room as soon as we arrived at the hospital. I waited outside and paced about the corridor anxiously.

Two hours later, the red light above the operating room went out, and the doctor pushed the door open.

I immediately stood up and asked, "Doctor, is the patient's injury serious?"

"The airbag protected him from the crash and he only had some external injuries. The surgery went well and we've stitched up his wounds. But well need to keep him in the hospital for now to observe his condition."

I breathed out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, doctor."

Soon, Irvin was pushed out on a bed by a nurse. The anesthetic hadn't worn off yet, so he was still dazed.

I leaned over and gently called out to him, "Irvin?"

His eyes twitched a little but he didn't speak.

As he was transferred to the ward, I began to contact his relatives and friends.

However, according to the information on the internet, Irvin was an only child and his parents were no longer around. Apart from that, I knew nothing else about him. I didn't even know any of his friends, let alone relatives.

Irvin seemed to be another version of myself, a lonely person.

Strangely, at this very moment, I actually felt a bit of sympathy for him.

Two days later, Irvin regained consciousness.

I made some soup for him.

Irvin sat up on the bed and smiled as he watched me feed him. He said jokingly, "You're every bit the good wife or mother right now."

I rolled my eyes and said, "I'm nothing compared to you. At that moment of life and death, you only thought about rescuing me."

At that critical moment, the car was going fast enough to cause severe injuries to the driver, more so than the passenger. But he didn't think of himself, instead he wanted to protect me.

I would be lying to myself if I said that I wasn't touched.

Irvin smiled and quickly finished up his soup. He then leaned against the bed and closed his eyes to rest. He looked very weak.

As I looked at him, the feeling of guilt immediately overwhelmed me again. I whispered, "Thank God you're... if not, I would never be able to forgive myself."

Irvin smiled as he thought about this for a while and said, "In that case, no matter what I say now, you'll forgive me, won't you?"

"What?" I asked while I tried my best to hold back my tears.

Irvin stopped smiling and said calmly, "We're not engaged." At this moment, I regretted looking into his eyes so seriously.

However, what hurt me the most was that he had deceived me, but I couldn't blame him. Instead, I lowered my head and avoided his gaze, "Okay, now I know." "You don't need to hold it in if you're angry. Or is it that you don't want to talk to me anymore?" Irvin asked frankly.

I pondered for a moment before I said, "If you really wanted to hide it from me, you wouldn't have allowed me to contact Freya. Besides, you saved my life. You took care of me for six years. I owe you my life."

For a moment, Irvin nodded slightly and did not refute me.

I poured out a cup of warm water and handed it to him. I continued, "I'm just curious as to why you made up those stories about our relationship?" Irvin smiled and said, "If I didn't, would you have believed me and let me continue taking care of you?"

To someone who had lost most of their memories when they woke up, it was extremely scary. Everything seemed so foreign and out of place. So, Irvin décided to tell me those stories about our relationship to ease my worries during the time I was in the hospital. Besides, he backed it all up so much evidence that I had no reason to doubt him at the time.

As I thought back of the anxiety I had in the past, I shivered in fear. Irvin must have paid very close attention to me and my needs during that time. Come to think of it, Irvin had decided to do what he did out of my best interests.

Therefore, I nodded and didn't pursue the matter any further as my doubts had been cleared. I asked, "So, am I the Arianna that Freya talked about?" Irvin looked at me and without hesitating, said, "I've already told you the answer."

I was stunned for a moment, the expectation I had in my heart was broken once again. "Okay," I whispered.

I was like her, but not her.