My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Too many things had happened that day. I went to the study room and read the headlines on the Internet. As expected, all the clips featuring Valerie that were shown at the hotel tonight had been disseminated. To my surprise, the Moore Family, who obviously had the ability to keep this matter suppressed, didn't seem to bother interfering with it - just as Austin had mentioned.

Even Valerie didn't make any moves, as if she intended to tolerate my actions.

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I sat in the study room for a while, and when I returned to the bedroom, Hendrix hadn't come out of the bathroom yet.

Hendrix's bath usually took ten minutes or so. I had been in the study room for quite a while, so he should have been out already.

Concerned that something might have happened to him, I quickly made my way towards the bathroom door. I raised my hand and knocked. "Hendrix, are you there?" I asked. No one responded.

Anxiety kicked in as I stretched my hand out to twist the doorknob. I had thought that the door would be locked from the inside, but to my surprise, I was able to open it.

I cracked the door open, and the bathroom was filled with hot and humid air. I called out to him, "Hendrix..."

As soon as I finished speaking, that man's strong underbelly suddenly appeared. I looked up subconsciously and saw his sexy abdominal muscles.

him withdrawing his hand, it seemed that he also came forward to open the

embarrassed. "Have

he looked extraordinarily handsome with his hair damp and warm shower mist enveloping his

dodged away from him as he got out of the bathroom. The lower part of his body

he still carried himself so

What a pro!

today, I entered the bathroom

in. As Hendrix's suit was of high-end material, it must be sent

blue item in the laundry basket then caught my eye. It was the briefs

it up and washed it in the sink. He would usually wash most of his undergarments. Since his other clothes were custom-made, they were sent to the

years, I never helped him wash his clothes. I also thought about how apart from matters related to Andrea, he

bathroom door and saw his blue briefs in my hand. Hesitation appeared

was dumbfounded and looked down subconsciously. When I saw that it was still in good condition, my

much. He then entered the bathroom to get his watch from the cabinet which he

at the clothes in my hands. Then,

know how to react or