My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 220

Soon, his breath quickened, and he was roused. But unexpectedly, he held back, looking deep into my eyes as he asked, "Who is he?"

Thankfully, it seemed that there was still some rationality left in him.

Yet, the awful smell of alcohol and cigarettes was putting me off. I stared at him expressionlessly. "Will you believe me if I tell you?"

He nodded softly, but his gaze and face were unfathomable.

"He was a college friend, and he came to Ucrebury for some business. I was just there to pick him up," I didn't mention my struggles as nothing has been officially diagnosed. It was pointless to bring it up. Otherwise, people would say that I was being melodramatic.

He leaned in closer to me, his lips inches from mine. "Do you still have me in here?" His tone was gentle as he put his hand on my chest where my heart would be.

Surprised at the question, I choked up an answer in a tiny voice, "Of course. It has always been only you!"

Hendrix lifted my chin softly and we stared into each other's eyes. Not holding back any desire, he pressed his warm lips on mine, kissing me hard and deep.

A flush of memories appeared, and I wasn't feeling it anymore. I pulled him away and suggested, "Let's go to the bathroom."

His disappointment was written on his face. I bit my lips, unable to comprehend the mixed feelings in me. I was ill, and I couldn't really tell anyone about it.

"Okay."

Hendrix held me as we entered the bathroom. He had probably suppressed himself for a long time as he was in a rush. Panting hard, he pushed me against the wall and went down on me.

Startled, I yelped and shook my head, "Hendrix, n-no!"

He held me steady, and his voice hoarse, "Be good, let's give it a try. You can't always rely on the water!"

I shook my head again and firmly repeated, "No!"

Seeing that I wasn't giving in, he paused.

"Just endure a little longer!" he insisted again in the hope of convincing me.