My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1586

Hendrix's hands were suspended mid-air, and he had no intention of withdrawing them back. He decided to negotiate with me. "Just a sip?"

"No way," I rejected him firmly. I had been receiving injections for a while now. Although the injection was not painful, I still felt tired of it and didn't want to give up halfway to have to restart the entire process again.

Hendrix frowned and pretended to be pitiful. "My mouth feels tasteless."

Seeing him behaving in such a manner, my heart softened, but almost in an instant, I regained my senses. I lifted my chin, pointed to the tray of soup on the cabinet and said, "No. Drink the soup. Madam Parker said that it's good for you."

Hendrix raised his eyebrows and looked over as if he was considering drinking the soup. "If I drink the soup and something happens, will you be responsible?"

"You..." Ugh! Could he stop thinking about doing that stuff for once?

From the looks of it, Hendrix seemed to have to decide on making a choice between the wine or the soup.

If he drank the wine, all our efforts would be for no reason. I still hoped that our children could be healthier.

After thinking for a while, I agreed bluntly, "Fine then! Whatever!"

I would only use my hands anyway. It was not like I had never done it for him before...

I thought that Hendrix would have continued to negotiate for more. But as soon as he heard that, he immediately ran over and drank the soup in one go.

As soon as he put down the bowl, Hendrix turned toward me, looking at me with a suggestive gaze. "Ah, I told you. See? There's this problem again!" I was dumbfounded.

Did ten seconds even pass after Hendrix drank the soup?

I couldn't take back my words. Hendrix didn't even give me any chance to react. He strode over and carried me into the bedroom.

After nearly an hour, my hands were sore. Only then did Hendrix call it a day.

I lifted the blanket and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Hendrix also followed suit. He hugged me from behind, and gently washed my hands for me. "Why does it take longer now for you to..." I muttered, complaining.

Wasn't it a fact that s*xual abilities gradually declined with age? What was wrong with Hendrix?

"I don't know. It's your fault for seducing me." Hendrix said with a faint tone, but his voice was pleasant to the ears.

"When did I ever sedu... you?!" I said as I shook off Hendrix's hand and turned to look at him, sulking.

He was not manly at all! How could he put all the blame on me!

Hendrix's lips curled into an evil smile as he chuckled softly. "Didn't you? Don't you know that by just standing here, you're already seducing me?"

I was dumbstruck.

I blushed as I felt guilty for what he had just said. What was wrong with Hendrix? Where did he learn the sweet talk?

He was too... irresistable.

Seeing that I wasn't speaking, Hendrix lowered his head to kiss me. I reacted and immediately slipped away from his arms, running out of the bathroom.

"Enough, Hendrix Roberts! You've taken enough advantage of me today! Quickly take a bath. It's time to go to bed!" I said as I stood at the door, folded my arms around my chest, and lectured like a teacher. Sometimes, men needed to be taught a lesson. Otherwise, they would never know when to stop.

Hendrix sighed heavily, dejected. Although he was unsatisfied, he still turned around and walked into the shower.

Hearing the sound of the water splashing, I turned around and covered myself with the quilt, ready to browse Twitter. When I unlocked my phone, I saw a friend request on WhatsApp.