My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
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!"

=After watching him get and leave, I felt that I was indeed tired. Thus, I tucked myself in and was ready for a good sleep.

However, it was a pity that I couldn't fall asleep. Though I was tired, I just couldn't doze off no matter how hard I tried. This was such an unenjoyable feeling.

After tossing and turning for a few hours, I finally fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and in came Hendrix. He walked to the bedside and looked at me. "You can't sleep too much during the day. Get up and eat something. You can continue to sleep later." I was speechless after being woken up right as I was just about to fall asleep. I ignored him and intended to continue sleeping with my eyes shut.

He walked over to me, pulled me up from the bed, and said sternly, "Get up and eat something."

I finally lost my temper. I suddenly opened my eyes and pushed him away. I looked at him angrily and said, "Hendrix, what's wrong with you? Do you know how difficult it is for me to sleep well? You've been tormenting me. Have you ever considered how I would feel?"

Perhaps it was because of my overly intense reaction, he frowned and looked at me with his cold eyes. "Okay, let's sleep together!"

I was stunned as I watched him climb into bed. There were things that I could avoid once, but not twice.

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."