My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 363

I frowned. Irvin must've been really drunk.

Letting out a sigh, I helped him up and said, "You don't need my sympathy. You're drunk. Let me take you home."

I said goodbye to everyone in the private dining room and ignored their questioning looks. I helped and supported Irvin down.

Despite being drunk, he still had a little sense of his surroundings. When we reached the exit of the restaurant, he stopped and sat on the stairs, unmoving.

I looked at him helplessly and said, "Come on, let me take you home."

"I don't have a home!"

"Then let's find you a hotel!"

Irvin looked at me and pursed his lips. "You come with me then?"

I...

"I'll take you there."

He was really tough to deal with.

"Then forget it. I'll sit here for the whole night." He was half drunk and half awake with a big temper.

I was at a loss at what to do with him for a moment. Looking at him, I paused and said, "Well then, stay here. I'll head back."

Then, I turned and went to hail a taxi.

Suddenly, Irvin hugged me from the back. In a low, hoarse voice, he asked, "Arianna, where's your sympathy? Are you not going to send me back and just let me freeze to death on the street?" Looking at his flushed face that was honed with handsome features, I nodded and said, "Yeah, you can freeze to death!"

I could not reason with a drunkard.

Hearing this, his face darkened. He stared at me with his black eyes, held me tightly in his arms, and moved his head closer to me.

Realizing what he was trying to do, I frowned and pushed him away. "Irvin, you're drunk!"

He was strong. I couldn't move him or let myself go from his grip. I was afraid that if I pushed him too forcefully, he'd fall onto the road as we were just standing on the sidewalk.

Just like that, I was struggling with him on the side of the road. From a distance, it probably looked like we were a pair of lovers making out.

He held onto me and rubbed himself closer to me. I was getting irritated and said, "Irvin Granger, you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Irvin was pulled off me by a strong force. Then I heard Irvin's muffled groan.

When I wrapped my head around what was happening, I saw Hendrix and Irvin throwing punches at each other. To be precise, Hendrix was the one punching Irvin.

Hendrix wasn't going easy on Irvin at all. Irvin's face turned red. Maybe because he was drunk, he never fought back Hendrix and allowed him to just continue punching him.

I was worried that things might go out of hand if it continued. I quickly pulled on Hendrix's shirt and said, "Hendrix, if you continue, he'll die."

Hendrix looked furious. His deep black eyes were as cold as ice. He asked, "Are you feeling sorry for him?"

I frowned and heard Irvin's stubborn voice. "Arianna Reid, I know you still care for me!"

I...

Irvin was clearly asking for more punches.

Sure enough, Hendrix was triggered. He picked Irvin up off the ground and continued beating him up again regardless of the situation.

Irvin was mad to let Hendrix continue hitting him. The more Hendrix punched and hit him, the more he laughed. "Hendrix, don't you know how much Arianna's heart would ache for me when you hit me hard!" I thought Irvin was crazy. As expected, Hendrix dragged him up and kicked him in the abdomen.

Irvin grunted and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up.

Hendrix still wanted to hit him, but I stopped him. Calmly, I said, "Hendrix, can't you see that he is agitating you on purpose? Do you want to kill him and send yourself to jail?"

Hendrix pursed his lips as he panted heavily. "This b*stard asked for it."

I put my hand on my forehead and never spared a glance at Irvin who was lying on the ground. I spotted Sherman and asked, "Mr. Hathaway, can you please take Mr. Granger back? He's probably injured so you may need to take him to the hospital for an examination. I apologize for troubling you."

Sherman glanced at Hendrix who was fuming and gave a tight smile. He nodded at me and got someone to support Irvin and left.