My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1128

I didn't take the towel. I looked at him and said, "You have hands, do it yourself."

He smiled cheekily. "What are you sulking about? Andrea?"

I shook my head. "No!"

He asked in amusement, "Then what?"

I twitched my mouth and said, "You've messed with some stupid women."

He started guffawing. I was so annoyed. The silly man was actually happy.

He held me in his arms, and he couldn't stop smiling. He said, "It was just a ride? There's nothing else to it. Don't take it to heart, okay?"

I rolled my eyes at him and said grumpily, "It's not because of her." Although I did refuse, I still took the towel from his hand, motioned him to sit in the chair, and dried his hair. He was still smiling from ear to ear.

He'd had a long flight, so after I dried his hair, he pulled me onto the bed to sleep with him. I wasn't sleepy, so I just leaned against his chest.

I stared at the ceiling in a daze. It was only after a while, I realized something odd. I turned my head and stared at Hendrix. His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping soundly. But some things couldn't be faked. I whispered, "Hendrix, are you asleep?"

He didn't respond to my words, but his trembling eyelashes signalled that he hadn't fallen asleep yet. It was possible that he was still wide awake.

Seeing this, I narrowed my eyes slightly and raised my leg slightly. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. His gaze locked on mine, flashing with emotions I didn't understand. He took a deep breath. "You don't want to sleep?"

I was not a moron, so I understood what he was hinting at. I pursed my lips and said, "You should go back to sleep!"

He grinned and wiggled his hand in my face and raised his eyebrows, "I haven't touched myself in three days."

Instantly, my face flushed red. I stared at Hendrix furiously, "Hendrix, you're shameless."

He pulled me fully into his arms. "If I am not shameless, I can't be happy."

As he spoke, he started kissing me. The faint smell of tobacco and shampoo filled my senses.

After that energetic interlude, I was so exhausted that I fell asleep in his arms.

It was easy to lose track of time sleeping during the day, and I didn't know how long I slept. But when I woke up, the sky was a little dark.

Hendrix was up and leaning against the balcony railing. He was on the phone talking to the head office. I rolled over in bed to get a better view of his handsome physique. After what we just did, I simply enjoyed ogling him.

Probably sensing my heated stare, his gaze met mine. His mouth curved into a smile as he ended the call. "Okay, if there is something you need, you can contact Evan directly!"

Then he hung up the phone and walked towards me. He hadn't bothered with clothes and had just wrapped a towel around his waist, revealing his strong, attractive chest. Seeing the faint smile on my face, he seemed to sense where my thoughts had gone. He looked at me boldly. "What's on your mind?"

Before I could say a word, his big hands had pulled me from the bed into his arms, and he took my lips with a blistering kiss.

I pushed him away and laughed, "I was thinking that if you ever lose your job, you can support me and Anne by being a male model. After all, you look very charming!" He curled his lips and looked at me with a faint

smile. "Is that a compliment?"

I shrugged innocently. "You can put it that way."