My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 406

I stayed with Irvin in the hospital for a few hours. He had been given a sedative and was lying in bed, resting. He looked at the ceiling with his dark, deep eyes silently, like a corpse. His mind and soul felt like they were somewhere far away.

The doctor had come to check on him a few times. There wasn't any major problem with him, but his heart and lungs did stop functioning for a brief second due to extreme shock and stress. Fortunately, he was able to jump back to a normal and stable condition as he was healthy.

It was getting dark, so I went downstairs to buy some food. When I returned, the effects of Irvin's sedative had started wearing off.

He sat on the bed in a stiff and lonely manner. When he saw me, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is she?"

I understood that he was asking about Helen, so I suppressed the heaviness in my heart and said, "She had been sent to the funeral home."

I couldn't bear to look with my own eyes as she fell from the rooftop, but I heard the authorities using only one phrase to describe her body - 'meat pie'.

One could imagine what kind of bloody mess it was.

He nodded, his eyes cold; so cold that it felt somewhat unusual. Looking at the porridge in my hand, he asked, "Only porridge?"

I was surprised. I couldn't get used to his calm and indifferent manner after such a great tragedy had just happened. I nodded, then shook my head. "What would you like to eat? I'll buy it for you!"

"It doesn't matter. I'll just make do with this!" He took the bowl of porridge from me and started eating elegantly, as if his world hadn't just come crashing down a short while ago.

Seeing him like this got me a little worried, but I didn't know how to comfort him. After a pause, I said, "Do you need anything else? I can get them for you."

He stopped and shook his head. His eyes fell on me and asked, "Have you eaten?"

I didn't expect him to ask me that. I shook my head. "I'm not hungry!"

He put his spoon down and stood up. Pulling over a coat on the side, he looked at me and suggested, "Let's go out to eat something."

He dragged me out of the hospital, looking tall and calm. There was nothing unusual about him, and he looked the same as before.

However, the bloodthirsty aura emanating from his eyes was something that I had never seen on him before. There was hatred in him; a deep-rooted, seemingly bottomless, and sanguinary hatred.

I was confused. Where did this hatred come from?

As we hopped into the car, I thought for a while before saying to him "Irvin, let's go to Central Park Residence. What would you like to eat? I'll cook something up for you."

I didn't want him to go somewhere crowded. I was afraid of making him sad or uncomfortable.

He held on to the steering wheel. He paused, then looked at me and asked, "Why don't we go to Granger Manor?"

I pursed my lips and said, "There are servants in the Granger Manor, and it's not my place to cook even if I went there." I asked, "Do you want to go home?"

He lowered his gaze, turned the car around and started driving towards Central Park Residence. "No."

We were not far away. When we arrived, we found that there was nothing left in the refrigerator as nobody had been here for a long time.

I stared at the empty refrigerator and said, "Wait for me. I'll drop by the supermarket downstairs for a quick grocery gun."

He put his car keys down on the counter and looked at me. "I'll go with you."

I gave him a small smile and shook my head. "It's alright, I can go alone."

He looked at me and didn't say anything more.

It was getting late, and the food in the supermarket was almost sold out. I quickly picked a few ingredients that I could cook and bought some pasta.

When I got back to the apartment, Irvin was not in the living room, so I went to the kitchen to put the grocery down.

After searching for a while, I found him in the study. He seemed to be typing something on the computer.

When he saw me, he pursed his lips. "You're back!" There was no sign of emotion in his voice. I nodded and didn't say much as a response.

I just smiled and said, "I'll make some pasta. It'll be ready in a while."

He hummed in response and didn't say anything else after.