My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 297

The food that the maid prepared was delicious, but I stopped eating after only taking a few bites. Irvin

noticed that, and he was a little unsatisfied. Frowning, he pushed a dish right in front of me and said

sternly, "Eat!"

I pursed my lips. I knew that he was doing it out of kindness, so I forced myself to eat a few more

mouthfuls even though I couldn't eat anymore.

However, before I could swallow it, I felt nausea. I ran to the washroom and puked out everything,

including the food that I had eaten before.

I bent over the sink, retching for quite some time. Irvin followed me into the washroom, and he

questioned the maids who gathered in the living room, "What's in the food?"

They answered in a panic, "It's always like this for Miss Reid. She can only eat a little. If she ate a few

bites more, she'll throw up. We've asked the home doctors to see if she's sick, but they said it isn't

pathological. Miss Reid has to overcome this by herself."

Irvin didn't say anything else. Meanwhile, I

had finally stopped vomiting. Then, I washed up and straightened myself, looking into the mirror at

myself. In just a month, I had changed beyond recognition.

My cheeks were sunken, my chin pointy, my eyes hollowed, and my brows seemed outjutting in

comparison with the rest of my facial features. All the roundness I had when I was pregnant was long

gone.

Then, I looked downwards at my arms. I was so thin that I could see the bone underneath the skin... I

was as thin as a rake.

"What have I done?" Looking at the mirror, my eyes began to feel unbearably sore. Then, tears fell

from my eyes, and they hit the spotless sink.

The sound of the teardrops hitting and bouncing off the sink was loud, echoing in the silent washroom.

After keeping quiet for quite a while, Irvin said in a deep voice, "You've only recovered. Everything will

be better soon." He was standing by my side, and he seemed inexperienced in comforting others.

I pursed my lips and raised my hand to wipe off the tears with my fingers. At this time, he handed me a

tissue.

After the havoc, I didn't return to the dining room and resumed eating. Instead, I sat in the living room in

a daze, still feeling the dull pain in my chest. It was torturing.

"Maybe we should go out for a walk later?" Irvin asked, emphasizing the word 'we'.

I looked up at him and felt a little dizzy. The late autumn sunshine was shining behind him, so he was

somewhat translucent, bright., and good-looking.

I couldn't help but nod, "Okay!"

Back in the bedroom.

Irvin's villa was located in the suburbs. It was considerably large and sophisticated. In some places, it

even looked like an ancient European castle.

There were many rooms in the villa. I had never looked carefully, but the one I lived in seemed to be

the largest. It even came with a spacious walk-in closet.

I wasn't sure if Irvin had a girlfriend to help him out, but he had a good taste in fashion. The clothes in

the closet weren't only of big brands, but they also complimented the person who wore them.

"Do you need me to help you pick your outfit?" Leaning against the door, Irvin smiled at me, who was

staring blankly at a whole room full of clothes.

I wanted to change into a more suitable attire before we headed out. However, being given so many

choices, I suddenly couldn't make the decision.

I shot a look at him and turned back to the rows of clothes in front of me. After some consideration, I

finally chose a black short dress with golden hems. Then, I picked a black coat and a pair of black

Martin leather shoes to complete the look.

Then, I turned to go into the dressing room to change up, but Irvin stopped me. He cocked his

eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure you want to wear them? They're all black."

Confused, I nodded, "What's wrong?" Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

He pursed his lips together, "Everything!"

He snatched the clothes away from my hands and picked a rose gold dress with a similar style from the

racks. The dress was embroidered with beautiful detailing. It was stunning.

However, I instinctively rejected the color choice. I looked at Irvin, shaking my head, and asked, "Can

you pick another one?"

With tight lips, he handed over the dress he chose to me and insisted, "This looks nice."

I shook my head again, "But I don't like it."