My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I placed down my phone, then turned to go to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and had a quick rinse.

When I came out, I saw Hendrix standing at the bedside. I was caught off guard and was so shocked that I almost screamed.

As I had rushed here, I didn't bring any change of clothes. So I directly threw my clothes into the washing machine after my bath. I came out of the bathroom only wrapped in a bath towel. Although we have already seen and embraced each other stark naked countless times, but making eye contact at this moment still made my cheeks burnt with embarrassment.

"How did you get in?" I had locked the door, so how did he still manage to come in?

His dark gaze fell on me, his brows furrowed. "Arianna, let's talk," he said.

"There's nothing for us to talk about right now. It's already very late. It's time for bed," I said as I sat down at the edge of the bed and began drying my hair.

He took away the towel from my hand. Frowning, I lifted my eyes to see him drying my hair with no expression on his face.

dry it myself!" I said, as I reached

He avoided me.

initially suppressed anger was increasing.

held my face in his hand, and kissed

a woman, not to mention both of us were holding grudges. Hence, his kiss felt somewhat like

stopped kissing. I turned away to not

his hand and raised my chin, his dark eyes sparkling mysteriously as he gazed at me, saying, "Shouldn't I be the one who's

with a grudging look, even

can continue being angry; I'm going to sleep." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find

he laughed, his voice carrying a hint of resignation as he said, "Arianna,

a tantrum at him. Hence naturally, it can't

had probably already figured it out too; he decided to stop talking. He took off his coat and threw it aside, then raised his hands to unbutton his shirt. I stared at his beautiful, slender

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