My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 217

I knew lan's hometown was Jarold City. After a pause, I asked, "Are you coming back for good then?"

He shook his head, "It depends on how you're doing. But I think I'll still have to return to Mesville in another two days to settle some matters."

Upon arriving at the hotel, lan passed the car to the valet service. Monique woke up and got out of the car, and stared at him. "Why don't you set up your clinic here in Ucrebury? It's convenient for us to see you if you did."

lan looked at her and chuckled, "What's wrong? What do you have? Do you have fluctuating mood or negative thoughts?"

Monique rolled her eyes at him and didn't say anymore.

Since we booked the room in advance, the check-in process was fast.

lan lazily mumbled under his breath after we entered his room, "I don't like staying in the hotel. It's so boring and lonely."

I checked my phone and realized that it had run out of battery. Meanwhile, Monique passed out on the sofa. She must have been exhausted. So there was only lan and me.

lan looked at me with seriousness and asked, "When did you realize your mood swings?"

"Around half a year ago," I answered but paused to think for a while before I continued, "I'm always sad, and I would act impulsively, like putting myself or the baby at risk."

"It didn't happen often. I only lost control several times," I told him truthfully.

He rubbed his temples and said sternly, "Arianna, you know how you were five years ago. So you must take care of yourself. If that happens again, both you and your child will be in danger."

Of course I knew. Five years ago, I found out that Carol had fallen sick, and then I witnessed Monique's parents' death with my own eyes. Those incidents had left me with deep trauma. After Carol passed away, I wouldn't make it if it weren't for Dalton.

lan sighed and said, "Luckily I've learned enough from studying abroad these few years. I won't let you hurt yourself again as in the past."

I nodded. It was almost nine at night, and

Monique was already sleeping soundly.

I lowered my voice and asked lan, "How about you? Did something happen to you?"

I knew something was wrong with lan the first eyes I set on him in the airport earlier. Although he looked and acted as usual, his gaze felt empty. He tried to hide it, but I saw right through at it.

He was taken aback by my question. Then he looked at me and smiled, "Literally nothing can escape from your eagle-eyes!"

Then he got up and dialed the front desk. Ian requested two bottles of red wine and said to me, "Watch me drink since you both can't drink. I'm feeling a little moody. When the both of you go home, I'll probably get a good sleep if I had some alcohol."

I frowned. "Is it a relationship problem? Or something else?"

To the best of my recollection, lan wouldn't be bothered by love. However, he hardly mentioned anything about his family, although we had known each other for so long.

I didn't know how to comfort him as I didn't know why he was sad.

He leaned lazily on the sofa and gazed at Monique, who was sleeping like a log. He answered my question with another question, "Who is her baby's father?"

It seemed that he had found out anyway.

I stuttered. "H-How did you figure it out?"

He rolled his eyes at me and flatly answered, "It's true that we haven't seen each other for so long, but I haven't gone blind. Monique doesn't gain much weight even when she eats a lot. Now not only did she put on weight, but she was also eating more than she used to, and she slept so much. Coupled with her belly- touching gestures, it's easy to guess that Monique was pregnant."

Fair enough, lan's analyses were spot on.

Not saying much, I just replied, "You can ask her later. Now, tell me about you instead. Since you have brought us here, you must at least tell us something."

The doorbell rang, and lan got up to open the door. It was a waiter who brought the requested red wine.

lan then shut the door, and he answered, "It's not a big deal. I just feel that I have lived the past twenty years without achieving much. I feel somewhat lonely."