My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 275

"No, not really," I shrugged, and I was ready to end the conversation. I took a step away from the

pavilion, but Irvin stopped me.

"Since you didn't think remarrying is a problem, are you already preparing for a second marriage? If so,

what do you think of me? I don't mind if you're divorced, or I would have a step-child."

My face fell at his words. Irvin was being frivolous. It was ridiculous of him to say such things.

I glared at him, "I appreciate your fondness, Mr. Granger. But, no, thanks!"

At this point, Irvin's behavior couldn't be summed up with only being unpredictable. He was erratic. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Passing him, I left the pavilion and lined the fountain to go back to the house.

I heard footsteps behind me, and they were getting closer. I scowled, and I couldn't help but feel that

Irvin was stepping over the line.

I grew irritated at him by the second. When I noticed that he draped his arm on my shoulder, I turned

around and didn't hesitate to push him away.

Caught by surprise, Irvin fell into the fountain.

"Plop!" It was already dark, and the surrounding was only dimly lit by the street lights. All I could see

was the ripples in the fountain.

I took a closer look at the fountain, but I didn't see him. Thinking that he might have drowned, I

panicked and began to shout, "Help! Someone's drowning! Help!"

Even upon calling Irvin's name by the fountain, there was no response at all.

The fountain shouldn't be too deep. But judging by the situation, he might have had leg cramps and

drowned. I was panic-stricken, and tears fell down without control, "Help! Someone's drowning! Help..."

Without any notice, Irvin emerged from the water. He wiped his face with his hand, looking at me, and

he said, "Stop crying. I'm fine!"

I was stupefied when I saw him climbing up to the bank of the fountain. He was drenched.

I looked at his calm face, finally realizing that he was messing with me earlier.

In an instant, I burst with anger, and I yelled at him, "Do you think it's funny?"

He obviously didn't think it was inappropriate to make such a lame joke with a pregnant woman. I

swore I could have died from the fright.

Irvin didn't take my anger seriously. Instead, he even seemed a little too relaxed. He shrugged in

indifference and said, "The water's cool, so I stayed in it for a little more." It was very clear that he was

doing it on purpose, just to scare me. I got so worked up that I raised my hand and pushed him into the

fountain again. I hissed, "Then you can soak in it!"

"Plop!"

"Arianna—"

I turned to walk back to the manor once I had pushed Irvin into the fountain, not even bothered to spare

him an eye.

However, as soon as I turned, I saw Hendrix's looming figure in the dark. There were incomprehensible

feelings in his eyes.

And it made me feel a little chilly.

I was stunned for a moment before I turned to walk towards him, asking, "Is Uncle Yohannes feeling

better now?"

Pressing his lips together, Hendrix's eyes shifted from Irvin-who was still struggling in the fountain - to

me. In a light voice, he replied, "Yes."

Nerissa and Yohannes heard my cries of help, and they came out as well. Irvin had just climbed out of

the fountain again, and he was soaked from head to toe.

Yohannes furrowed his brows in displeasure. "How did you fall into it? Are you blind?"

He was blaming Irvin for something he didn't do wrong.

Lowering my eyes to the ground, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Irvin. No matter if he was right or

wrong, he had never received care from others, even from Yohannes, his father.

I looked up, trying to explain, "Uncle Yohannes, I—"

"Yup, I lost balance and fell. But I didn't drown. I'm sorry if you're disappointed." Irvin cut me short. He

looked at Yohannes in his usual arrogant expression.

Yohannes was outraged. Pointing at Irvin, Yohannes wanted to scold him, but he couldn't say a word

because he was heaving for air.

Nerissa patted his back to help him breathe and calm down. She took a glance at Irvin and prompted,

"Irvin, you shouldn't talk to your dad like this. Now, you'd better go change out the wet clothes. It's cold

at night. You won't want to catch a cold!"

Afterward, she helped Yohannes back into the living room. As Irvin walked past me, he sneered, and

he threw Hendrix a somewhat goading look.