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!"

didn't even want to help me. My breath hitched for a moment. Did he come here just

was completely covered in mud. When I arrived at the base, Hugo was sitting

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pursed my lips in shame.

he still had a sense of conscience. He held back his laughter and took the fruits from my hand,

a wash. But you don't have any clothes with you, so if you don't mind,

said, "Okay, thank

and said, "You're welcome.

stares as I walked. I didn't blame them, I did look like I took a roll

looking at me, "Miss Reid, Mr. Roberts

that he was trying hard to hold back

the clothes in his hand and let out the temper that I was holding in for most of the day. I said angrily, "Tell

a smile on his face and said, "Miss Reid, go in and take a bath first then. I'll stand guard here for you.

of the base, so there