My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 459

I've said and done everything that was required of me. Whatever happened next was up to Anthony and Sophia.

When the dinner finished, it was already nine at night. After asking the driver to send Charles, Anthony and Sophia home, Aaron looked at me and said, "Could you give me a lift home?"

I pursed my lips. "You didn't drive here?"

He shrugged. "I came with Uncle Charles just now, so I didn't drive!"

Alright then.

In the car.

After stealing several glances at me, he finally balled up and asked, "Why did you sound like you were speaking for Nerissa just now?"

I held on to the steering wheel and I replied, "Because I was!"

He squinted at me and said, "Please enlighten be. How can you be so incredibly considerate because of your relationship with Hendrix? With Irvin, it wasn't as simple as just taking the bullet for you. You know exactly what caused his death. Don't you feel guilty?"

I stopped at the junction and waited for the traffic light to turn green. Then, I glanced sideways at him with my brows lifted. "Once Valerie has been dealt with, someone would then come for Nerissa for her debt, yes?"

Bemused, he asked, "What do you mean?"

"Someone must also wish to avenge Irvin because a few days ago, across all Jarold City headlines, someone published a piece on the death of the three Granger family members. Every sentence in the article condemned Nerissa for not knowing what's good for her, and branded her as the black widow." Seeing that the light had turned green, I started the car.

He paused for a second. "Wasn't that article written by you?"

I raised my eyebrows. "How smart!"

He then asked hesitantly, "Arianna, do you really not care a whit about your biological parents?"

I turned to look at him, my brows furrowed. "You've been bringing this up a lot recently. I already said that since they've abandoned me, it means that they don't want me anymore. If I keep worrying about this, I may never be able to walk away from the shadow of being abandoned by them for the rest of my life. So, it's best to just let bygones be bygones."

He nodded, looking rather absent-minded.

The car pulled up at the bottom of the neighborhood where he lived. I looked at him and saw that his gaze was downcast, his black eyes veiled in hesitation. It seemed that something was weighing on his mind.

After a long time, he snapped back to his senses. He gazed at me and articulated his words in a particularly serious manner, "Arianna, do you still hate me?"