I was feeling much warmer, and he wrapped me in a towel before carrying me out of the bathroom in his arms. Setting me down on the chaise lounge chair, he dressed me up and toweled my hair dry.
The air in the room was silent, and nobody had any intention of breaking it.
I closed my eyes and leaned back weakly into the chair. Fatigue slowly caught up with me.
"Don't fall asleep. Let me finish drying your hair first," he said. I could tell that his anger had subsided significantly.
I didn't respond. I just closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
After some time, I heard the whirring sounds of a hairdryer. It was a pleasant surprise to have him dry my hair for me, almost too pleasant to be true.
"Arianna," Hendrix switched off the hairdryer and called out to me.
I opened my eyes groggily and looked at him with visible confusion.
Holding me in his arms, his voice rumbled, "Let's go downstairs together."
It was not up for discussion. He had already picked me up and whisked me out of the bedroom before I could even react.
Downstairs, Andrea had finished taking her bath. Her hair was half-dried, and she was sitting in the living room with Austin, who had somehow arrived unexpectedly.
Seeing Hendrix carry me downstairs, Andrea did little to hide her jealousy as she stared at me until Hendrix left me on the sofa.
She stood up abruptly and pulled Hendrix back without any hesitation, questioning, "Hendrix, are you leaving me?"
Her eyes were red and swollen, and she was in tears.
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