My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I saw the bedroom door was opened before I could try to come up with a conclusion. That man was soaked and went straight into the bathroom without caring to even glance at me. Then, it was followed by the sound of running water.

Once he came back, I couldn't sleep anymore. Therefore, I got up and put on my clothes, I took out his pajamas from the closet and placed them at the bathroom door before I went out to the balcony. Back then was the monsoon season, and it was drizzling outside. As the sky was getting darker, the sound of raindrops that was hitting the roof could be heard faintly as well.

As soon as I heard some noise behind me, I looked back and saw Hendrix came out of the bathroom. He had a bath towel wrapping his lower body. Drops of water from his dripping wet hair flowed along his muscular body. That was what I called, a man's charm.

He probably noticed that I was staring at him. When he looked at me, he frowned slightly and said, "Come here!" Again, he said it in an emotionless tone.

As usual, I was obedient. When I went up to him, he threw the towel in his hand to me, and said in a low voice, "Wipe for me."

He had always been like this and I had already gotten used to it. Seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed, I climbed onto the bed and half-kneeled behind him as I wiped his hair.

"Tomorrow is Grandpa's funeral. We need to go to the old villa as early as possible." I wasn't intending to try to have a conversation with him. Since he only thought about Andrea, he would have forgotten abou it if I didn't mention it.

He replied, and that was

to talk to me, I didn't want to say further. Finally, after drying his hair, I laid on

stayed in the study room until midnight after his bath. However tonight, he laid down on the bed after changing into his pajamas. Although it was strange, I didn't want to ask any more

which was exploring around my body and lifted my chin to look at him, as

he asked. His black eyes were as black as the night, they were cold

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worried about the six weeks old baby. It would be dangerous if he

anything. He just turned over, and then he began wildly. I curled up in pain and I could only do my best to protect the baby as much as

lightning, and shadows were flashing fiercely. After a long period

so painful that I was soaked in my own cold sweat. Initially, I wanted to consume some painkillers, but

was Hendrix's. I looked up at the clock on the wall and