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.

as I reached out to

He avoided me.

pursed my lips. My initially suppressed anger was increasing. Somewhat angrily, I

head, held my face in his hand, and kissed

Hence, his kiss felt somewhat like

eye contact as we stopped kissing. I turned away to

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

a grudging look,

hands. I looked at him and said angrily, "Then you can continue being angry; I'm going to sleep." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

was so angry that he laughed, his voice carrying a hint

at him.

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 fingers. He looked at me with his dark pair of eyes, his

Why are you taking off your