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.

"I'm not in a hurry!" He simply said. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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

trousers, and both

mumbled, "Mr. Roberts, I

eyebrows imperiously.

reach in to

but innocent gaze did not leave my face.

piano tinkling echoed over and over again. It

anything, but waited for me to

took a breath and slipped my hand into his pocket. Then I held out the phone to

soap foam. The

at the phone screen,

reminded me, his exceptionally

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

me but didn't say anything. Rowane's gentle voice