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,

said, "My hands are

the phone

his trousers, and both of his hands were wet and slippery with soap. I wiped

of my eyes twitched as I mumbled, "Mr. Roberts, I don't think it's very convenient

raised his eyebrows imperiously.

to take

leave

ringtone of a beautiful piano tinkling echoed over

but waited for me to pick up the

pocket. Then I held out the phone to him, my face burning with

his eyebrows and looked down at his hand, which was full of soap

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

Hendrix reminded me, his exceptionally deep

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

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