My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The wound wasn't very obvious. I probably would never have noticed it if he wasn't in swimming trunks and hadn't walked in front of me.

Hendrix wouldn't have shown me his injuries on purpose. There was only one possibility that I was able to discover this, he had forgotten about his injury. While I was lost in my thoughts, Evan happened to pass by with the servant who was cleaning up. I stopped and called out to him, "Evan, wait a minute." "Madam." Evan bowed respectfully.

Still looking at the scar on Hendrix's leg, I asked, "What happened with Hendrix's knee?"

Evan looked up and followed my eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that, Madam."

"You don't know?" I was surprised and amused at the same time. Evan had been with Hendrix for much longer than me. He settled everything for Hendrix, how could he not know? Did I look like I was someone who was easy to fool?

I stopped walking and said, "Evan, do you know that your ears twitch uncontrollably when you tell

a lie?"

Evan was stunned, his face looked shocked. He then pretended to be calm and said. "I really don't know, Madam. I'm telling you the truth. Mr. Roberts doesn't actually tell me everything." "Really..." I said as I smiled.

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hence his tightly sealed lips. Both the master and his servant were equally foolish. Once they've agreed to never talk about something, they'd never

be that difficult for Hendrix to be honest with

I'll let you off

I went straight to my room. I sat on the sofa for a while

his waist. If everything went exactly to plan, his next step was to change into

looking at him. He squinted his

have a very strong reason to suspect that

both naturally knew what these

walked into

yourself." I

it for a while. It seemed that it had been a very long time since I watched Hendrix change into his clothes, He often left early and returned late in the day. On top of that we had spent more

change. It

me to

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