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.

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

and embarrassed.

just taken a shower; he looked extraordinarily handsome with his hair damp and

of his body was wrapped in a bath towel

when he was ill, he still carried

What a pro!

had a lot of makeup on today, I entered the bathroom to

a washing machine in the bathroom, and I threw my clothes in. As

I couldn't be bothered. A blue item in the laundry basket then caught

Since his other clothes were custom-made, they were sent to the dry-cleaners. Occasionally,

three years, I never helped him wash his clothes. I also thought about how apart from matters related to Andrea, he seemed to listen to me and did what I wanted him

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

saw that it was still in good condition, my

looked at me with his dark and obscure eyes without saying much. He then entered the bathroom to get his watch from the cabinet which he had taken

glanced dispassionately at the clothes in my hands.

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