My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2050

Hendrix kicked the door closed and laid me on the bed. He bent over and pressed himself on top of me. I quickly reached out to push him away. When I touched his strong chest, my palms suddenly trembled as though I had collided with a wall. I tried to resist him.

"Aurelia and the others are still awake..."

Hendrix bent down and moved closer to me. His hands reached above my head and rummaged around the bed. After a while, he took out the same remote control from the night before.

When I spotted this, I felt the soreness from my hips from the last time. I gulped.

The other night, Hendrix was much too fierce. What woman in the world could bear all of him?

Just as that memory was replaying in my mind, Hendrix calmly pressed the button on the remote.

Just then I heard a sound. As the door was already locked, the curtains on the balcony closed by themselves. The lights in the room, which were still bright, dimmed immediately. I could barely see his face.

"The room is dark, and the doors are locked. Is our current environment suitable for business?" Hendrix had intentionally whispered this to me. I was exasperated. "... You're so thoughtful."

Who would have thought that Hendrix, who got himself a second chance in life, would have used all his intelligence on this?

Hendrix replied bluntly, "Thank you for the compliment."

As soon as he said that, I felt him kissing me. Thinking about the intense session from the night before, I was scared, and my entire body was resisting him. Just then, I had an idea and so I decided to act on it.

Taking advantage of Hendrix's dominant position, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pretended to play along. When he leaned forward to kiss me, I suddenly said, "Let's stop this. My husband will be coming home soon! It'd be bad if he saw you."

Hearing this, Hendrix suddenly stood up. There seemed to be a cold glare outlining his face in the dark.

I pursed my lips and chuckled. The plan was a success, and I had put out the burning desire he had. I would be able to escape in a while.

Butthen, Hendrix suddenly loosened his grip, and I fell heavily onto the bed. The moment I struggled to get up, he had already taken off his coat.

I was stunned. "What are you doing?"

Hendrix stretched out his hand and held my waist down. He exerted some of his strength and stuck very close to me. He then said seriously, "We'll make this quick then, in case your husband finds out."

As I reeled in shock from his response, I felt his lips on mine.

Hendrix was very familiar with my body. After a few rounds of this, I had lost the strength to resist and ended up getting devoured by him.

An hour later, Hendrix reluctantly got off me and walked into the bathroom.

It wasn't until now, as I lay paralyzed on the bed, staring at the ceiling limply that I realized. Playing tricks with Hendrix was basically courting death.

Emma and Aaron showed up at 7 o'clock, just an hour after their flight.

Charles and Valerie rested for a day and arrived in the evening.

After six years, the family was finally together again. The children gathered together and played games with each other. The elders talked about the frightful events of last night and the hardships they had gone through in recent years. All kinds of feelings welled up in our hearts. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

When dinner was about to start, Freya arrived with her child. The

moment she sat down, she happily celebrated with us. "Congratulations.

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You've finally gotten rid of the nightmare that has plagued us for decades."

Things between Freya and Pedro

hadn't changed in all these years. They were indifferent to each other. I was the one who'd called her over. After her divorce from Zachary, she lived alone with her child. She rarely participated in such lively occasions. I was worried that she had become too detached from the rest of the world and would easily fall out of touch with society, so I called her over. It seemed that I was worried over nothing.