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.

in confusion,

said, "My hands are full. Sorry,

the phone

was in his trousers, and both of his hands were wet and slippery with soap. I wiped my hands dry.

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

eyebrows imperiously. "Why

could I just reach in to take things out

but innocent gaze did not leave

echoed over and over again.

anything, but waited for

his pocket. Then I held out

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

my lips, and looked down at the phone screen,

Hendrix reminded me, his exceptionally deep gaze not straying from

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

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