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

hands are full.

phone

then I realized that his mobile phone was in his trousers, and both of his hands

"Mr. Roberts,

eyebrows

in to take things out of his

innocent gaze did not leave my face. This man

a beautiful piano tinkling echoed over and over again. It sounded

anything, but waited for me to

held

looked down at his hand, which was full of soap foam. The meaning was clear. He couldn't answer the phone

my lips, and looked down at the phone screen, and answered the call. The caller ID flashed. Rowane

me, his exceptionally

tapped on the hands-free mode and held it closer to him. Due to his ridiculous height, I had to tiptoe to get

gentle voice sounded through the phone,