My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Mrs. Roberts, shouldn't we go over and greet Mr. Roberts? He should be done talking about business with Miss Burton in a while. We can even go back with him together later!" Hilda suggested while eyeing me anxiously.

She was very careful with her choice of words. But I didn't think Andrea would ever talk business with Hendrix.

I took a few more mouthfuls of dessert, and raised my eyebrows at her, "We don't need to go to him anymore. Hendrix is already coming to us."

In just a few words, Hendrix had already come to our table. He was looking at me with furrowed brows. "You've only been discharged from the hospital. Why aren't you resting at home?"

Resting my chin on my hand, I looked in Andrea's direction. She seemed emotional, and I wondered what they talked about to have driven her up the wall.

However, it was possible that she simply didn't want Hendrix to notice me.

"Aren't you afraid that she'll be angry if you come over like this?" I narrowed my eyes at

Hendrix.

called my

loudly," I said, and I put down the spoon in my hand. I looked at

such a shame

and said a little apologetically, "I'm sorry,

she could only nod, "Of course! I'll have

she got up to ask the waiter to put the untouched desserts

and it was beginning to get on my

say anything else but only nodded. It must be awkward for her to be caught between Hendrix

stopping. As soon as I stepped out of the cafe, the torrid heat hit me. I found a spot under a shaded banyan

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you refuse my mom's proposal? You know that she's right! Are you willing to

and looked at me,

at Hendrix, "I don't think Andrea is done talking with you. Please, don't mind me. Carry on!" "Arianna!" Hendrix