My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1591

I smiled gratefully at Silvia and responded, "Thank you, Silvia."

Ian was half a year older than me, so he was indeed my elder brother. It wasn't inappropriate for me to address Silvia by her first name.

"It's nothing," Silvia said with a faint smile.

Since they weren't going abroad, I thought they should at least leave an address, so I asked, "Is the clinic still in Ucrebury?"

Before I could even finish my question, Ian turned around to play with Anne, as if he had the means to avoid me. Silvia was quick-witted to uphold the surrounding atmosphere and explained to me patiently, "It's in Jarold City. Ian said it would be convenient for us to take care of my parents."

I nodded. Ian had a strong sense of responsibility since he was a child. There was no doubt that he would care for the whole family.

Ian's phone rang as soon as Silvia finished speaking. He went outside to pick up the phone. When he came back, he said that he had an urgent affair to deal with. Ian then took Silvia by her hand and left immediately.

When they had left, only did I remember that they didn't leave a specific address. I hurriedly fished out my phone and texted Ian on WhatsApp.

A red exclamation mark popped out on the chat box. I gasped as chillness enveloped me to the core.

Ian, he blocked me.

In disbelief, I sent another emoji, but the notification I received was still the same.

"You're not friends with this user. Please send a friend request."

Looking at Ian's chatbox, I felt that the warmth on my body subsided all of a sudden, and my body slightly trembled.

How was that possible?

I didn't even know when this happened.

"What's wrong, Arianna?" Raiya's voice sounded from the side. Only then did I regained my senses as I forced myself to remain calm, saying, "It's nothing."

Hendrix looked up at me. His gaze was gentle as

he let out a long sigh. He used his hand to smooth out the frown between my brows and then said slowly, "I just found out. I haven't thought of how I should let you know, and you've already run into each other."

I was a little annoyed. "You should have told me earlier."

Otherwise, I would not have been put in such a difficult situation that I couldn't even talk a little more in front of Ian.

It was true that I really didn't blame Ian. I didn't have the confidence to ask him for forgiveness, just like how I had hesitated for a few hours, but still didn't send out the friend request.

After I said that, I knew that Hendrix wasn't the one to blame. I collapsed on the couch dejectedly as if I was jelly. I then slid along the edge of the couch and half knelt on the carpet, throwing myself on the table before burying my head in it to vent my anger. "Ah! I'm really useless!"

While throwing a tantrum, I couldn't hold back and feared up.