My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel 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?"

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."