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.

said, as I

He avoided me.

suppressed anger was increasing. Somewhat

his head, held my face in his hand, and kissed me without any

and a woman, not to mention both of us were holding grudges. Hence, his kiss felt somewhat like a punishment; it almost suffocated me. If he hadn't been afraid that I

eye contact as we stopped kissing. I turned away

mysteriously as

with a grudging look, even looking

palm of his hands. I looked at him and said angrily, "Then you can continue being angry; I'm going to sleep." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

angry that he laughed, his voice carrying a hint of resignation as he said, "Arianna, can't you be

to throw a tantrum at

He took off his coat and threw it aside, then raised his hands to unbutton his shirt. I stared at his beautiful,

you taking off your clothes?"