He lifted an eyebrow. "My hand hurts."
That was all he bothered saying. I decided to just follow along despite my doubts.
Andrea stood there, her delicate face a little pale.
After being busy with the Lancille Village project for a few days, I was glad to finally have some days to rest.
With Thanksgiving approaching, I was thinking about asking for leave from Sebastian to go back to the capital.
The past few days, Anne had been calling me saying that she missed me. And in truth, this mother missed her child too.
Saturday afternoon, Hendrix had an appointment with Sebastian to talk about the upcoming events relating to the Lancille Village project. With some time on my hand, I planned to pack up in the villa and then go back.
However, I didn't expect Andrea to call. "Arianna, do you have time?"
I knew that she had nothing good to say to me, so I refused immediately. "No, I'm sorry, Miss Burton.
Just tell me what you want to talk to me about on the phone."
She simpered. "It's not a big deal. I just heard that you froze to death some time ago, so I wanted to comfort you."
I frowned at the phone. How did she know about this?
"Thank you for your concern, Miss Burton," I said.
"Hmm," she continued, "it's so unfortunate that you don't have time. I wanted to talk to you about what happened that day. Since you are busy, let's forget I said anything."
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