My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Mr. Roberts, may I sit here?" Irvin did not wait for a reply and sat. Then he called the waiter over to order more dishes.

Hendrix pressed his lips together and did not comment.

That was when I saw something on Hendrix's mouth. Without a thought, I took out a tissue and reached out to wipe it for him. It was instinctive. Hendrix jerked in surprise. I scolded, "You're already so old, yet you're still so careless when you're eating. You even got your mouth dirty."

Very quickly his surprise changed to happiness. Did my sudden move put him in a good mood? It seemed like it did.

It took me a second to realize that Irvin was frowning. He lowered his head to avoid watching me and Hendrix. I had completely forgotten that we were not alone and felt bad for him. Did he feel as if we were showing off in front of him?

It would be awkward to ask that question so I shoveled food into my mouth and ate my previously rejected breakfast quietly.

After breakfast, Hendrix followed me to the base with the excuse that I needed to take care of

him. Instead of going into the office, he attended most of his meetings by video calls.

At the base, I was busy running back and forth between work and Hendrix. His excuse was that he needed help, whether it was getting a drink or helping him with his documents.

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