"Arianna, what right do you have to order me? Who do you think you are? What right do you have to dictate my actions and interfere in other people's lives..." Eunice snarled. I knew that arguing with her would only be a waste of my time and energy, so I chose not to.
After hanging up, I turned off Aaron's mobile phone and was ready to go back to my own bedroom, but when I turned around, I saw Hendrix leaning against the doorframe, watching me. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, with a smile on his face. After a while, he said lightly, "Judging from how you're treating Eunice now, it seems that you've been very kind to Andrea."
I rolled my eyes at him and asked indignantly, "Have you been eavesdropping on my conversation? Since when did Mr. Roberts evolve into such a sneak?"
With a faint smile, he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. He carried me in a fireman lift out of the guest room and into our master bedroom. He plopped me down on the bed and gave me an intense stare. "Shall we continue?"
I glanced at the clock on the wall and reminded him gently, "It's already past midnight, Mr. Roberts. You still have a lot of things to do tomorrow!"
He raised his eyebrows at my statement and leaned closer. I could feel his warm breath on my earlobe as he teased me, "But if I don't do this now, I am afraid that I won't be able to focus on what I need to do tomorrow!"
This man!
With his badgering, I had no choice but to say, "Let me take a bath first. I've been busy all day today, and I've sweat a lot. I'm filthy."
He did not object, but after pulling me up from the bed, he looked at me and said slyly, "Well, why don't we wash up together?"
I was speechless, but I knew there was no way I'd be able to refuse.
The next day.
When I woke up, Hendrix was no longer in the villa. I knew that he had many things to deal with at work, so he had probably headed out already.
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