My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1993

After making sure that everything had been taken care of, I turned around and pretended to be calm, "Don't you know that taking a bath is a private matter?" "Yes," Hendrix didn't shift his gaze away as he answered, "We already have two children. Why would you be bothered about that?"

"You..." Great. He actually remembered what I said this morning.

With just that single sentence, I was speechless.

I looked at Hendrix, who was as calm and indifferent as ever, as though he was the very incarnation of justice.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. The corners of my mouth curled up into a malicious grin, and I immediately came up with an idea.

Making sure that Hendrix was still looking in my direction, I adjusted my composure and gave him a charming look. I crawled halfway out of the bathtub and stuck to the edge of the tub, throwing him seductive glances.

"It's so boring bathing alone. Are you sure you don't want to join me? After all, aren't you the most intimate person to me in the whole wide world?"

I raised my hand and rested it on the bathtub while water dripped from my arms. As I stroked the edge of the bathtub, my eyes sparkled, making me look even more attractive. "Are you sure you won't come over?"

The warm water was soothing and welcoming, and the room gurgled with an ambiguous aura. What man could withstand such an atmosphere and remain unaffected?

With that, I leaned my face against the bathtub and chuckled, waiting for Hendrix's reaction.

He stood still, leaning on the sink. His deep eyes were filled with infatuation as though they had been set on fire and was about to make a move.

the side of the tub, grabbed the bathrobe on the rack, and threw it

realized that my upper body was covered up with the bathrobe. The sexy atmosphere

Hendrix's indistinct voice rang out in the bathroom, "If you stay in there any longer, the

When I threw the bathrobe off my head, I saw him walking out of the bathroom without looking back. I

He was no fun!

were already served on the table. Aaron and Hendrix were

sat down, and we began

and when he was at the company. He had a serious expression on

didn't seem scared of him

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the table was at a

throughout

Wynn was much quieter. He sat still, slowly

probably rooted in the

Aurelia, and she was treated like a little princess, doted on by everyone. She was cheerful and

by Hendrix's side, so he lacked the joys of laughter

the