My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 408

"Why shouldn't I be angry?" He sneered and continued, "You've been with Irvin for almost 24 hours, so you might as well take him in as your godson to keep him company 24/7."

Looking at his angry face, I pursed my lips. "Wouldn't you agree that it'd be more convenient if I just married him instead?"

"Bang!" He slammed his fist hard on the table. He snapped at me, "You weren't home all day and was still out this late, yet you're here being unreasonable with me?"

I lowered my head and said, "I'm not being unreasonable. All you do is lose your temper without asking me why I was there or what had happened. And you're blaming me for being unreasonable when clearly, you're the unreasonable one here, Hendrix."

He was stunned to hear that and almost burst out laughing in anger. After a pause, he looked at me and said, "Fine, tell me then. Why did you go to Irvin's place?"

I found a spot to sit down and looked at him, "Get me a glass of water!"

He looked at me in bewilderment and the corner of his handsome lips twitched.

"Arianna, you..."

"If you don't want to do it, then forget it. Just don't get snappy with me when I don't tell you anything." He couldn't do anything to me even if he was angry.

His dark eyes were fixed on me for a while, and he bit his lips in anger. He finally uttered, "You better tell me, otherwise..."

He trailed off after that. Then, he went to pour me a glass of water and sat in front of me. He looked at me coldly and said, "Now tell me!"

I held the cup in my hands, thought for a moment, and said, "Uncle Granger passed away."

He raised his eyebrows. "I know about this already. My aunt told me." After a pause, he raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. "Was that it?"

I paused, puckered my lips, and continued, "Also, Irvin's mother, Helen, jumped off a building today and killed herself. I was worried that Irvin would sink into depression, so I stayed with him at Central Park Residence for a while, that's why I was home late."

A frown formed on his face before he closed his eyes, "What happened exactly?"

He had been busy for the past few days, so perhaps Nerissa had only briefly told him about Yohannes's death instead of painting him the whole picture.