My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 363

I frowned. Irvin must've been really drunk.

Letting out a sigh, I helped him up and said, "You don't need my sympathy. You're drunk. Let me take you home."

I said goodbye to everyone in the private dining room and ignored their questioning looks. I helped and supported Irvin down.

Despite being drunk, he still had a little sense of his surroundings. When we reached the exit of the restaurant, he stopped and sat on the stairs, unmoving.

I looked at him helplessly and said, "Come on, let me take you home."

"I don't have a home!"

"Then let's find you a hotel!"

Irvin looked at me and pursed his lips. "You come with me then?"

I...

"I'll take you there."

He was really tough to deal with.

"Then forget it. I'll sit here for the whole night." He was half drunk and half awake with a big temper.

I was at a loss at what to do with him for a moment. Looking at him, I paused and said, "Well then, stay here. I'll head back."

Then, I turned and went to hail a taxi.

Suddenly, Irvin hugged me from the back. In a low, hoarse voice, he asked, "Arianna, where's your sympathy? Are you not going to send me back and just let me freeze to death on the street?"

Looking at his flushed face that was honed with handsome features, I nodded and said, "Yeah, you can freeze to death!"

I could not reason with a drunkard.

Hearing this, his face darkened. He stared at me with his black eyes, held me tightly in his arms, and moved his head closer to me.

Realizing what he was trying to do, I frowned and pushed him away. "Irvin, you're drunk!"

Irvin was clearly asking for more punches.

Sure enough, Hendrix was triggered. He picked Irvin up off the ground and continued beating him up again regardless of the situation.

Irvin was mad to let Hendrix continue hitting him. The more Hendrix punched and hit him, the more he laughed. "Hendrix, don't you know how much Arianna's heart would ache for me when you hit me hard!"

I thought Irvin was crazy. As expected, Hendrix dragged him up and kicked him in the abdomen.

Irvin grunted and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up.

Hendrix still wanted to hit him, but I stopped him. Calmly, I said, "Hendrix, can't you see that he is agitating you on purpose? Do you want to kill him and send yourself to jail?"

Hendrix pursed his lips as he panted heavily. "This b*stard asked for it."

I put my hand on my forehead and never spared a glance at Irvin who was lying on the ground. I spotted Sherman and asked, "Mr. Hathaway, can you please take Mr. Granger back? He's probably injured so you may need to take him to the hospital for an examination. I apologize for troubling you."

Sherman glanced at Hendrix who was fuming and gave a tight smile. He nodded at me and got someone to support Irvin and left.