Irvin looked at me and nodded in encouragement, "Go ahead."
I had been living here for too long. If it weren't for those painful memories, I would think that I had been living so peacefully for my entire life.
I drew a deep breath and said, "I want to move downtown." Looking at his slightly darkened face, I continued, "Thank you for hosting me for so many days, but I can't bother you any longer. I can't hide here and let you take care of me forever."
"You're right. I have to walk out of the pain on my own. No one else can help me. Jarold City is a large city with many opportunities, so I think I can start my own life there."
Although the past hurt, I had to move forward.
Irvin forcefully put down the glass in his hand and replied in a low voice, "I can't help you with your grief, but I can care for you for as long as you're willing to stay here. You don't have to worry about a thing."
I forced a smile, "But I don't want to." It was cruel to say this to him, but I had to.
His good- looking face froze. After a long silence, he finally agreed, "Okay then. I'll help you move back to Jarold City. But you have to promise me that you will call me whenever you need anything."
I nodded, feeling grateful for his consideration. Tears welled up in my eyes, I said with a smile, "Of course!"
After a pause, I continued, "I'm thinking of going back during the coming holiday. It'll be easier for me to settle down."
Irvin frowned at that and said, "You aren't fully recovered yet."
"I'm all good!" I insisted. He had always treated me like a porcelain doll, but I wasn't. I added, "I've done nothing for two months. Besides, I can still rest and nurse my health in Jarold City. I'll get an easier job."
He contemplated my words for a moment, finally reluctantly nodded, and said, "If so, I'll arrange a job for you. You don't have to worry about it. As for accommodation, I also have a couple houses downtown. We'll see where you're going to work and find you the nearest place to live."
I got up early, too, and washed myself up.
Irvin was already waiting for me when I went downstairs.
Seeing that I was coming down to the living room, he put away his cell phone and said, "Let's have breakfast first. We'll go out after that."
I nodded. I only ate a few mouthfuls. Even though he knew that I couldn't eat much, Irvin still frowned slightly, but that was all he did.
After a simple breakfast, he got in the car with me and started the car. Then, he handed a notebook to me and said, "I found a few suitable positions last night. Take a look at them and let me know which one you're interested in so that I can arrange it. You can go to work on the next working day."
I opened the notebook as told. There was a list written in good handwriting. I looked at it and saw that he had listed more than a dozen jobs, all of which were relatively easy to do.

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The readers' comments on the novel: My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Im skipping 50 chapters at a time hoping she grows a brain and she still hasnt after 400 chapters...
Seriously how brain dead is she?...
Is this another on of thise stories where she says shes going to leave but diesnt until shes nearly dead and lost almost everything?...
How do you save these stories so you can pick up where you stopped...