My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I shivered at his cold stare. The surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees. So, I stopped talking and focused on washing the dishes carefully.

I braced myself for his ridicule so his silence left me feeling out of sorts.

I peeked at him sideways and noticed that his eyes were flat. I couldn't read any emotion in them.

I couldn't stand the awkward silence. "Don't you have business with Sebastian? Why don't you go ahead and talk to him?"

He pretended he didn't hear me. His slender fingers carefully washed each porcelain bowl, his movements smooth and unhurried.

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Awkward silence returned.

Then Hendrix's phone rang, breaking the uncomfortable quiet.

Instead of answering the phone, he looked at me expectantly.

asked in confusion,

"My hands are full.

phone for

phone was in his trousers, and both of his hands were wet and slippery with soap. I wiped my hands

I mumbled, "Mr. Roberts, I don't think it's

his eyebrows imperiously.

just reach in to take things

but innocent gaze did not leave my face. This man

ringtone of a beautiful piano tinkling echoed over and over again.

did not do anything, but waited for me to pick up the

slipped my hand into his pocket. Then I held out the

soap foam. The meaning was clear.

at the phone screen, and

mode" Hendrix reminded me, his

to him. Due to his ridiculous height, I had to

me but didn't say anything. Rowane's gentle voice sounded through the phone,