My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 298

Irvin didn't answer immediately. He looked at me, and his eyes were a little deep with emotions, "Do we

have to choose black? It's such a dark and spiritless color."

I was dumbfounded. For me, black was just another color. I never thought Irvin would see it as a

lifeless color.

I sighed and compromised, "Fine, I'll pick another one." Then, I swept my eyes around the walk-in

closet and found a midnight blue dress. Although it wasn't exactly a bright color, it looked comfortable.

I took the dress off the hanger and glanced at Irvin for his opinion. Looking at me, he seemed a little

happier with my choice this time, and he nodded, "Go ahead." All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

After coming out of the changing room, I saw that he was waiting for me with a white mink coat in his

hand. He had swapped out the black coat as well. Handing it to me, he said, "Put this on."

Surprised, I took it and put it on as I was told before wearing the black Martin shoe.

Irvin looked satisfied, nodding with admiration, "Gorgeous. Maybe you should

also put on some light makeup?"

For the first time, I realized that Irvin seemed to have a very good sense of fashion.

I hadn't been taking care of myself for the past few weeks. If I went out as in the state I was in, my

gaunt look would frighten passersby.

Therefore, I nodded in agreement with Irvin and put on a light makeup before leaving the house with

him.

The last time I was in Jarold City felt like a lifetime ago. But I was only away for a little more than a

month, and nothing much had changed. There were still many vehicles on the road, the streets were

still covered in fallen leaves. However, since it was already late autumn, people had put on their thicker

coats. The sanitation workers were also more diligent when they raked the leaves as they were always

dry leaves on the ground.

"What do you want to eat later?" Keeping his eyes on the road, Irvin asked for my opinion.

I tilted my head and thought for a moment. Then, I shrugged, "I feel like having dessert."

He smiled, "I'm talking about the main course."

"Didn't we just eat?" We had lunch at noon.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "That doesn't count. You vomited them out immediately after,

remember?"

I couldn't deny that. Pressing my lips together, I tried to come up with something else, yet I couldn't. "I

don't know. I can't think of anything on such short notice."

As I said, we drove through the city center. I saw a long line at the front of a dessert shop.

"Why are there so many people in line? Is the food delicious?" I asked out of curiosity.

Irvin looked sideways at me, and he pulled up the car by the roadside. Then, he looked at me and said,

"It's cold outside, so wait for me in the car. Don't come out. I'll be back soon!"

Before I could answer, he trotted to the dessert shop and joined the crowd.

With his eye- catching appearance and his slender figure, Irvin stood head and shoulders above the

crowd.

Leaning against the car window, I watched quietly. Occasionally, someone would approach him with

their phone. It seemed that they were asking for his phone number.

Irvin was surprisingly patient and friendly. He would point to the car and waved his hand dismissively

with a smile whenever someone would come up to him. He had rejected them.

After a few times, the girls stopped approaching him. However, I began to receive some glances every

now and then.

I didn't know what Irvin had told them, so I could only nod and smile kindly, playing along with Irvin.

About half an hour later, Irvin returned to the car - running - with some desserts. He handed me the

desserts once he got into the car, and he said, "I bought one of each flavor. Try and see which one you

like."

I nodded and picked a cheesecake from his hand. It was mango flavored. I didn't know why, but I was

drawn to this flavor.

Noticing that I had taken a few more bites, Irvin's lips curled into a smile, and he asked, "Do you like

it?"

I nodded and said, "It tastes good!" When I saw him looking at me, I was stunned and asked, "Would

you like to have a try?"

Since Irvin was the one who waited half an hour to buy it, it wouldn't be appropriate if he didn't get to

have a taste of it. Not thinking much of it, I spooned some and brought it to his mouth.

Originally, he was slightly taken aback. But his eyes lit up almost in an instant, and, smiling faintly, he

opened his mouth to eat it.