My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 254

A black BMW was parked on the side of the road. I thought the driver was going to stop there, so I turned around and walked in another direction blankly.

"Arianna!"

I was shocked by the unfamiliar male voice coming from behind me. When I looked back, I saw the window of the BMW rolling down, and a handsome man's resolute face appeared.

It was Irvin!

Why was he here?

"Mr. Granger, what a coincidence to meet you here!" I smiled and tried to cover up my embarrassment.

He seemed haughty and cold. His gaze fell on my bare feet. I had earlier removed my shoes as my feet began to bleed from the long walk.

Being observed by him made me feel a little awkward. Yet, there was nowhere to hide, so I could only laugh dryly.

"Get in the car!" he said emotionlessly.

"No, thanks!" I refused instinctively. "I just came out for a walk and will return soon.

Thanks for offering a ride."

He frowned with displeasure. "It will get dark very soon, and it will be harder for you to find your way back!"

Alas!

I pursed my lips, looked down at the bloodstains on my feet, and let out a silent sigh. Why was I still being pretentious?

Once I got in the car, he glanced at me and said, "Fasten your seat belt!"

I nodded. When I saw that he started the car, I merely said, "South Hill Villas!"

He didn't reply and just drove quietly.

The tense silence was frightening... What's worse, my stomach growled at this moment, which made me utterly embarrassed.

He looked at me with his eyebrows raised. "What do you want to eat?"

I felt awkward and lowered my head while replying, "I'll eat when I reach home!"

"Do you want some sandwiches? Or a full meal, like barbecue?"

Looking at him, I said, "Mr. Granger, thank you for what happened today, and thank you for tonight!"

After all, he was the one who offered me help. I could not be so indifferent towards his kind favour.

He frowned and replied flatly, "Okay!" Then, he had nothing else to say.

This meal was extremely quiet. We didn't know each other well, and we did not have much to say to one another. Sitting there quietly, his noble elegance attracted the gaze of many others in the restaurant.

After filling my stomach, I put down my cutlery and stopped eating.

He raised his eyes and noticed my movement. He asked in a low voice, "Are you full?"

I nodded and smiled faintly.

He put down his cutlery, and wiped his mouth gracefully. "Let's go!"

His demeanour made it hard for me to chat with him casually. To me, he was neither cool, indifferent, nor flustered. In contrast, he handled anything that came his way very calmly.

I got in the car and looked at the time. It was nine o'clock.