My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I took a moment to calm down. My head was a little dizzy and my body felt heavy. I knew that Hendrix was the one who brought me here, so I was not so worried.

I wanted to get up and leave, but after struggling for a while, I gave up since my body didn't have much strength and I was still dizzy and uncomfortable.

I was normally able to hold my liquor and had no problem staying sober, but my body did not cooperate that day.

The bathroom door opened and Hendrix walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. There were still drops of water on his well-built body. When he saw that I had woken up, he glanced at me indifferently and asked, "You're up?"

I nodded. Lying on the bed, I yanked at the blanket. Belatedly I realized that my clothes had been taken off.

My eyes widened at Hendrix. I said angrily, "Hendrix, you're despicable. You clearly knew that I'm drunk, but you still..."

He looked over and raised his eyebrows, "Still what?"

I was stunned. Looking at his expression, I was suddenly a little uncertain whether he had done anything to me or not. I asked hesitatingly, "Did we do 'that'?" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

towel to wipe his hair, which was still dripping with water. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean by

need

meant, but he still deliberately acted like he didn't know what I was talking about. Seeing this,

archly, "You should be asking me where

clothes were nowhere to be found, so I was a

threw the towel aside and leaned over to me. He arched his eyebrows and said, "A set of custom-made clothes worth a hundred and eighty thousand dollars plus the compensation to my mental trauma, which is two million dollars. How are you going to repay me?" "What?" I

over me. Don't you remember? Do you need me to show you the surveillance recording?"

avoid him, but I was already forced into a corner and there was nowhere

did feel a little discomfort in my stomach.

were raised and he looked as arrogant

or maybe because I vomited when I was unconscious, I was not sure. But seeing that our clothes were not in the room, I didn't think he would lie to me. After a pause, I looked at him anxiously, I asked,

never wear them again. However, wasn't the compensation fee a little over the top? He raised his eyebrows, "The value of a single meeting of mine is worth ten million dollars. Do you think

Ten million?