My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 2324

After calming down, I took two steps further and walked slowly along the shopping district.

When I passed by a cafe, I was attracted by the strong coffee aroma. I went inside and sat down at a random table. I then ordered a cup of hot Americano coffee with half sugar.

Only Hendrix could drink black coffee without sugar.

After much contemplation, I dialed Ian's number.

A few seconds later, I finally heard Ian's familiar voice, "Arianna? How have you been?"

"I'm alright. You're still awake at this time?" I didn't expect the phone call to actually go through.

"I'm at war," Ian said.

"What?" I was confused for a moment. I haven’t heard anything about a military operation happening in Mesville recently.

"Haha, nothing. What about you? What can I do for you?" Ian knew me very well.

What was a friend like? When we could meet up by just riding a taxi, we would always get into arguments. Now that we were in different time zones, he could still remember the little details

about me.

I lowered my head and smiled. Without beating around the bush, I asked, "Didn't you study psychology? I wanted to ask you. What's the reason for a person to ignore someone, avoid her and not even talk to her despite obviously liking her?"

"Are you talking about Hendrix?" Ian said, "Even the media in Mesville reported the affair between him and Andrea. That's just really messed up."

"Then what should I do..." I blurted out. Halfway through my sentence, I realized that I misspoke. I quickly corrected myself and said, "I mean, what should my friend do to deepen the relationship?"

"Haha..." Ian began laughing. After a long while, he cleared his throat and became serious again. He then whispered into the phone, "Remember, Arianna, jealousy is like a catalyst in romance. It's up to you on how to use it to get the results that you desire."

I nodded at the phone in agreement. After a moment of bewilderment, I said stubbornly, "I told you it’s my friend, not me!"

"Don't be silly, Arianna. You don't have to explain yourself to me. It's enough as long as you’re the one winning," Ian’s tone was half-joking but also gave off a mature impression.

I kept quiet and didn't clarify any further.

At this moment, Silvia's voice came from the other end of the line, "Ian..."