My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 811

I placed down my phone, then turned to go to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and had a quick rinse.

When I came out, I saw Hendrix standing at the bedside. I was caught off guard and was so shocked that I almost screamed.

As I had rushed here, I didn't bring any change of clothes. So I directly threw my clothes into the washing machine after my bath. I came out of the bathroom only wrapped in a bath towel.

Although we have already seen and embraced each other stark naked countless times, but making eye contact at this moment still made my cheeks burnt with embarrassment.

"How did you get in?" I had locked the door, so how did he still manage to come in?

His dark gaze fell on me, his brows furrowed. "Arianna, let's talk," he said.

"There's nothing for us to talk about right now. It's already very late. It's time for bed," I said as I sat down at the edge of the bed and began drying my hair.

He took away the towel from my hand. Frowning, I lifted my eyes to see him drying my hair with no expression on his face.

"I can dry it myself!" I said, as I reached out to grab the towel from his hand.

He avoided me.

I pursed my lips. My initially suppressed anger was increasing. Somewhat angrily, I said, "Hendrix..."

Out of the blue, he suddenly lowered his head, held my face in his hand, and kissed me without any warning.

There was a great disparity between the strength of a man and a woman, not to mention both of us were holding grudges. Hence, his kiss felt somewhat like a punishment; it almost suffocated me.

If he hadn't been afraid that I would suffocate, he might have continued kissing me.

We made eye contact as we stopped kissing. I turned away to not look at him.

He reached out his hand and raised my chin, his dark eyes sparkling mysteriously as he gazed at me, saying, "Shouldn't I be the one who's angry?"