My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 240

After a while, Hendrix looked sideways at me, and his dark eyes were extremely deep. "You can go

harder."

I was stunned, and I blurted out in confusion, "Won't you feel pain?"

He lowered his eyebrows, and his coldness faltered. "Then did you think I'll feel the pain before you hit

me?"

I stiffened up. Lowering my eyes, I didn't know how to answer him. So, I continued to massage him in

silence.

After a long time, I was finally done. I went to put the first-aid kit away and clean my hands.

Then, I washed up and went back to bed. Hendrix had recently taken a liking to sleeping naked. When I

adjusted my position in bed, I accidentally brushed against his junior.

I froze at the contact, and I couldn't help glancing over at him. He seemed unaffected, still keeping his

eyes on the book in his hand. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I laid down and prepared to sleep.

I woke up earlier than him the next day.

Hendrix was still asleep. He had a good posture even when he was sleeping soundly, and he still

looked handsome. He had distinct facial features, and his short dark hair looked neat.

It was the first time that I had looked so carefully at his face.

His eyelashes were long, his lips pressed together, and their edges were slightly lowered.

He was sleeping in a state of constant alertness.

It was said that people who slept in this posture were domineering. They would do whatever they set

their minds out to do, and no one could tell them otherwise.

Indeed, Hendrix was exactly like that.

He had a sturdy chest, wide shoulders, and long legs.

Even when he was sleeping, he was on constant alert.

As I was taking in his face, Hendrix opened his eyes in a flash. His eyes were dark, and there was no

hint of sleepiness. His eyes were fixed on me.

We looked into each other's eyes. I calmed down after being flustered for a moment.

After a long while, his tensed body relaxed. Squinting his eyes, he stretched out his hand to me and

asked, "Come here?"

I looked away, not acknowledging the fact that I had been peeping at him, "You should go back to

sleep. I'll go downstairs for a walk."

I woke up earlier than usual, but I still didn't see Minnie. She must have gone out to buy groceries. The

fruits that Aaron had bought were still in the front yard. The basket they came in was quite large, and I

couldn't move it on my own.

I simply took a fruit plate from the kitchen and picked some into the villa straight out of the basket.

Aaron was right. They were fruits from Hovell. The tomatoes were small, but they tasted good.

The green mangoes were also delicious. I used to dip them in chili paste when I was a child, and they

tasted great that way.

Aaron had brought me a lot of them. Since Monique had said she was craving green mangoes, I

washed and packed some of them, and I sent a message to Monique after looking at the time.

Monique was still in the hospital. I should send them to her later.

Then, I heard footsteps coming from the stairs. I looked over in that direction, and I saw Hendrix

coming down. He was wearing his gray pajamas. With his slender figure, he looked stunning even in

pajamas.

"Why didn't you sleep in?" It was so early in the day, and there was nothing to do.

"I can't sleep," Hendrix's gaze seemed cold, but I could feel an overwhelming aura. Sure enough, he

looked at me for a long time and flatly said, "I'd been holding it for too long."

It took me some time to realize what he meant. When I did, I threw my phone aside and said lightly,

"I'm going to visit Monique at the hospital later."

"Arianna!" He pulled me into a hug from behind, and he said in a hoarse voice, "People get frustrated

easily when they are uncomfortable. I am uncomfortable. Arianna, we haven't had sex for a long time."

Hendrix kept his voice low, "Let's go to the bathroom? Shall we?"

I was at a loss for words.

Sure enough, no matter how well-dressed and well-mannered a man was, he would still turn into a

beast when he was in need.

Seeing that I made no objection, Hendrix held back no more. He caressed my waist, and then his hand

went downwards.