My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

We soon approached the villa. Shocked by his actions, I told him, "Hendrix, put me down. I can walk on my own."

After giving birth, I had lost a lot of weight, so Hendrix was able to carry me with ease.

When we arrived at the door, he glanced at me, and I saw his gaze darken. He did not intend to let me down, "Open the door!"

I stretched my finger out to scan my finger at the door. When the door got unlocked, he carried me across the living room and straight into the bedroom on the second floor.

He put me down on the bed, and his body was right on top of mine.

We were both adults. I obviously knew what he was going to do, but I felt a little awkward all of a sudden. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Hendrix..."

He stared at me with his dark eyes and his sexy Adam's apple slid up and downwards. His voice was low and hoarse when he said, "In the future, regardless of what happens, do not leave me. You should know that you're my wife and I am your support. Whatever happens, you must only think of me first!"

For a moment, my eyes were filled with warmth. I gazed into him and replied softly, "Hendrix, thank you!"

He leaned towards my ear and whispered, "You don't have to say thank you. I want something more practical."

I raised my hand, and took the initiative to wrap my arms around his neck. Then, I inched closer to him.

asked me in a hoarse voice, "Are

and looked at him. I was a little lost. This man was like

reached out my hands

as he held my hands, "Are you planning to

took off his suit, and his fiery breath

bit my lips and yelped

and his voice

"Hendrix, stop!"

He hummed in acknowledgement.

vaguely could feel something flowing out of me, and I was

his handsome

I...

for a

me staring at him in confusion and bashfulness, he smiled and pulled me into his arms, "From

puckered my lips. This was too

me clean, then he

to say anything else to

extraordinarily crazy with me that night. I laid in his arms tirelessly in the middle of night, empty of all my