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.

with water. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you

I need to

deliberately acted like he didn't know what I was talking about. Seeing this, I stopped talking and

wiping his hair and looked at me archly, "You should be

the room. Our clothes were nowhere to be found, so I was a little uncertain, "Did I do something

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

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

already forced into a corner and

vomit again?" Just now when I was lying in the car, I did feel a little discomfort in my stomach. But after

say anything, his well-carved eyebrows were

in the room, I didn't

had dirtied them, he would 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

Ten million?