My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2146

"If you do not wish to meet under such circumstances, I can leave." My voice was soft but loud enough for Irvin to hear.

No one would want to be seen by their loved ones while lying on a sickbed with lingering sickness. Hence, to make sure that his emotions were taken care of, a gradual process was needed.

All Irvin did was stare at me like time and space were frozen. His gaze was unmoving, and he didn't even look mad. All that could be heard was the beeping noise from the machine indicating that he had a heartbeat and was very much alive.

In the world of adults, staying silent is a sign of indirect rejection, or it could mean that Irvin was not prepared to meet me.

A small smile appeared on his face and he gave a light nod, allowing himself to calm down. I understood how he felt, thus I made no complaints.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

As I turned around, there was a voice behind me that said, "I was expecting you. Come and sit. I knew you were coming, sit."

Upon taking a deep breath, I suppressed the loneliness and cries in my heart and regulated my composure. I brought a smile up to my face and sat by the bedside.

"How are you feeling today? Are you feeling better?" These greetings were always hard to avoid, but it was still naturally said.

"Do you want the answer to be a negative or positive one?" Irvin asked with much effort, but still maintained a self-mocking expression. It was unsure who he was rivaling with.

I smiled then reached over and tucked his blanket in. Half-jokingly, I said, "You don't really have to care about my feelings at this point. You are the patient, so you have the right to do anything you want. Just say what you want to say."

Life was like a farce. When dealing with fights or arguments, people would always say a bunch of things that they didn't really mean.

However, when it came to the real deal with the god of death or the grim reaper, we would still be smiling, telling those around us that we were fine and we would get better. It was like lying to destiny, to be in defiance of the odds. It was still a self-deceiving show all along.

The more critical the situation was, the longer the show would go on.

"Not good," he said loudly, as if he had used up all his energy. "It's unbearable. I am in a lot of pain.

This is very frustrating."

I knew those words were said out of anger, but I was still upset. I stopped what I was doing and did not dare to look into his eyes.

"What are you afraid of?" Irvin gasped heavily. The warm breath spread and turned into layers of mist plastered onto the breathing mask.

"Nothing." I shook my head and tried

my best to not show my emotions and to comfort him instead, "You should be the one who should not be afraid. I have already found the best doctor, and they will definitely find a solution. You are Irvin Granger, who has repeatedly escaped death. There's no such

thing as easy defeat when it comes

to you."

After saying so, I paused and looked up. I lightly fist-bumped his arm. "Be strong, like a man."

Irvin slowly loyvered his gaze and

took a look at the spot that I touched. His emotions remained the same. After a moment of silence, he said slowly, "I will be strong if you marry me. Otherwise, I would rather die

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"Stop being childish." I sighed and apologized helplessly, "You have seen it, haven't you? My wedding with Hendrix. I am living well, Irvin. I am happy. You really need to stop clinging onto this. Let go of it Whatever that is yours is already

Irvin's gaze turned a little distracted. He seemed to be lost in thought, but at the same time, he seemed to be listening carefully to what I was saying. I had no idea just what he was thinking about.

yours. You just can't see it."

"If you do not want to hear of it, then I won't talk about it anymore. I'll come visit you and personally take care of you each day from now on. You will get better, so don't overthink things..."