My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 342

He pursed his lips and went out without saying anything.

After my bath, I got out of the bathroom. Hendrix was not in the bedroom, and there was milk on the bedside table.

I glanced at it, then sat in front of the dresser mirror to dry my hair. I wasn't in good spirits, probably because of the cold from falling into the pond.

Though I didn't have much energy, I didn't want to sleep just yet. I just wanted to lie in bed to warm myself up.

Hendrix was not around, so I felt relaxed. I read books and watched videos on my phone for a while.

When Hendrix came in, he was holding a document in his hand. It seemed that he had come in to see what I was up to.

When he saw me lying in bed playing with my phone, he frowned and said, "It's not good for your eyes to always look at the phone."

I looked at him and nodded as a reply. Then, I put my cell phone on the bedside table.

After that, I hid myself under the blanket.

The bed sank a little as Hendrix sat next to me. He said, "Drink the milk, and if you are sleepy, try to get some sleep.

"I don't want to drink it!" I never liked full cream milk.

"Arianna, it's good for you. Get up and drink." This was the first time I felt that a person could be so annoying.

I took the glass and looked straight at him for a few seconds. I angrily got up from bed, picked up the milk, and walked to the bathroom.

I poured the milk into the toilet bowl, came out, and put the glass down. Looking at his gloomy face, I said, "Please bring the glass down when you go out later, thank you!"

"Arianna!" He said with a hint of anger. "Is this fun?"

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him puzzledly. "What fun?"

Seeing me like this, his anger disappeared instantly. He stared at me for a while, sighed, and said indifferently, "Have a good rest!"

No matter how hard I struggled, he kept coaxing me and was dominant at all times.

I scratched his skin with my fingertips and cursed, "Hendrix, you b*stard!"

"Yes!"

I suspected that it may have been a while since Hendrix last touched a woman. He was like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, without any self-control.

After doing it, he lied on his side and took a puff.

Under the dim light, there were a few scratches on his strong chest, and some of them even had dried bloodstains on them.

I got up for a shower, but he held me in his arms and forced me to lie on his abdomen.

The air was filled with the smell of cigarettes. After smoking a cigarette, he said in a low voice, "Let's make an appointment. I'll accompany you to see a psychiatrist."