My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Are you acting up now?" A voice spoke.

I looked up and saw that the voice belonged to Hendrix. He stood not far away and was looking at me, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. I instinctively tried to stand up.

Then again, I thought there was no point trying to fix my image as he had already seen this side of me, so I gave up, tired.

Somewhat irritated, I said, "It's none of your business!"

He took a step forward, saying, "I'm not trying to butt into your business, but are you going to ruin these pears, that were picked through so much work?"

I pursed my lips, paused, and picked up the fruits that were covered in mud. I held it out to him and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

He looked as if he was holding back a smile.

He didn't take it, instead he just looked at me and said, "Get up then, Master Attwood is still waiting to eat these!"

breath hitched for a moment. Did he come here just to watch me

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my lips in shame.

back his laughter and took the fruits from my hand, which were covered

hurry and take a wash. But you don't have any clothes with you, so if you don't mind, I could lend you mine for the

said,

smiled and said, "You're welcome. Go

blame them, I did look like I took a roll in

the bathroom, I saw Evan standing at the front, looking at me, "Miss Reid, Mr. Roberts told me

that he was trying hard to hold back his

temper that I was holding in for most of the day. I said angrily, "Tell Hendrix that I won't thank him for giving me these clothes at all. I'm doing this because of him. At least he has a conscience and

go in and take a bath first then. I'll stand guard here for you.

so there wasn't