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.

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phone

his mobile phone was in his trousers, and both of

my eyes twitched as I mumbled, "Mr. Roberts, I don't

eyebrows imperiously. "Why

just reach in to

serious but innocent gaze did not leave my face.

piano tinkling echoed over and

anything, but waited for me to pick up the

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

of soap foam. The meaning was clear. He couldn't answer the phone with his soapy

pursed my lips, and looked down at the phone screen, and answered the call. The caller

his exceptionally deep gaze not

was told. I tapped on the hands-free mode and held it closer to him. Due

say anything. Rowane's gentle voice sounded through the phone, "Mr. Roberts, are