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.

his hand, it seemed that he also came forward to

was startled and embarrassed. "Have

taken a shower; he looked extraordinarily handsome with

he got out of the bathroom. The lower part of his body was wrapped in a bath towel as he dried the water from his

he was ill, he still carried himself so freely and with

What a pro!

of makeup on today, I entered the bathroom to

and I threw my clothes in. As Hendrix's suit was of high-end material, it must be sent to the

the laundry basket then caught my eye. It was the

undergarments. Since his

I never helped him wash his clothes. I also thought about how apart

wandered off, he opened the bathroom door and saw his blue briefs in

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

without saying much. He then entered the bathroom

glanced dispassionately at the clothes in my hands. Then, he pursed

react or what to