My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 663

At night.

By the time Hendrix came home, I had fallen asleep. I woke up when I heard water running in the bathroom.

Feeling a little befuddled after waking up, I stared at the ceiling for a while. Hendrix walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He did not turn off the light in the bathroom, thinking that he might unintentionally wake me up.

I turned over and switched on the bedside lamp. When I turned around to look at him, I found that he was looking at me too. Droplets of water were dripping off his well-built chest. His short hair was wet, too.

He seemed momentarily taken aback to see me turn on the light. As he gazed at me, he gently raised the corners of his lips upwards into a smile. "Did I wake you up?"

I shook my head. I was a light sleeper.

He walked towards me, wiping his torso dry.

He passed me a towel, and I helped dry his hair.

"Any more reporters out there?" Although most of them had been drawn away by Freya's news, plenty of them still waited around.

Leading me to sit on his lap, he held me in his embrace. As he had just taken a shower, his chest felt a little cold to the touch.

"They're all gone!" He laid his chin on my collarbone. I could tell there was a tinge of fatigue in his voice.

"It's ticklish. Stop it!"

He said in a low voice, "Where is it ticklish at?"

I pursed my lips and could not help but scowl at him.

"Have you had your dinner?" His voice was soft and muted.

I nodded. "Yes!"

He interjected with a bite on my neck. I felt a tinge of pain. "You little liar. The food in the refrigerator was left untouched," he said.

I was at a loss for words.

Who in the world would be this observant?

As he put me back on the bed, I breathed a sigh of relief. To eat at such an hour would not be great for our digestive system.

He bent over and laid on me with no signs of wanting to leave. Thereafter, he stared blankly at me with a pair of dark eyes.

I was stunned for a moment. Not knowing what he was up to, I asked, "What's the matter? Are you okay?"

With his seductive Adam's apple gliding up and down his throat, he said, "I'm famished!"

I paused for a while and said, "Go downstairs and get yourself some food. I don't want to move."

As he inched closer to me, I felt his hot breath against my cheeks. "I don't have to go downstairs. Being here will do just fine," he said.

I frowned, feeling like I had been cornered. I pleaded, "Let go of me."

The atmosphere felt weird. When our eyes met, I couldn't help but blink uncontrollably at him.

Little did I know that the blinking would become the catalyst for what was about to happen. I was still in a daze when Hendrix leaned in to kiss me.