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,

hands are full.

phone

mobile phone was in his trousers, and

as I mumbled, "Mr. Roberts, I don't

his eyebrows imperiously.

in to take things out

gaze did not leave my face.

of a beautiful piano tinkling echoed over and over

not do anything, but waited for me

my hand into his pocket. Then I held

which was full of soap foam. The meaning was clear. He couldn't

down at the phone screen, and answered the call. The caller ID flashed.

reminded me, his exceptionally deep gaze not

and held it closer to him.

anything. Rowane's gentle voice sounded through the phone,