My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 637

"What you said was right. I should know where I stand!" As soon as I finished speaking, I got onto the cab.

Evan was puzzled, but he couldn't stop me by force, so he could only trail me in his car.

Aaron had previously transferred ownership of a house in Jarold City to me. I never visited it as I had never seen a use for it, but it suddenly came to mind. Hence, I decided that the cab would take me there.

The house was located not so far away in the city centre. It was 150 square-metre wide and lavishly furnished. As it was left unoccupied for years, a thick, musty smell of dust filled the house.

I didn't expect that Irvin would be the first to visit me. A cold chill ran up my spine when I saw him.

Once I had an aversion towards him, my tone when speaking to me naturally turned distantly and unfriendly. I asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

His expression seemed gleeful, with a hint of joy. He glanced at the house behind me, looking somewhat satisfied, then asked happily, "Are you getting used to living here?"

I pursed my lips and repeated my question to him, "Why are you here?"

He wasn't displeased by my gloominess at all. Instead, it seemed like his good mood was here to stay. He asked, "May I come in and have a seat?"

I made a way for him. He walked into the living room and sat himself down on the couch. I didn't serve him any water, nor did I intend to.

My gaze was icy cold. Our relationship was now the shakiest and most turbulent it had ever been, having deteriorated significantly since we last met.

A heavy silence fell. He lifted his hand to grab my arm, then placed my palm on his abdomen. He wasn’t trying to make me touch his muscular body.

It was to touch a scar.

"Four years ago, I brought you back from the hospital to the Southrea Villas. You had just lost your child, so you were mentally unstable and would always sit in a daze on the veranda. If you were alone, you'd climb up the balcony and try to jump down from it. I was afraid that you'd hurt yourself, so I had all the windows nailed shut in the villa. Afterwards, you would wake up in the middle of the night, searching for a blade to cut your arms. You'd cry your heart out, hanging on to the corners of my shirt, while looking for your child. One time, you almost succeeded in hurting yourself, but I snatched the blade away from you and let you stab me with it instead. You fainted at the sight of blood and were unconscious for many days."

He was an air of calmness as he spoke, but in my heart, I felt a pain so sharp, it almost hurt to breathe. This incident had happened so long ago, I almost forgot that it even happened.

He smiled and continued, "After you woke up, I ordered the servants to keep all the blades and sharp tools in the house away. I thought that with the hazardous things gone, the self- harming would stop, but you'd still try to kill yourself by banging your head against the wall. To make sure that you stayed alive, I watched over you every night without sleeping, just in case your suicidal tendencies struck again."