I got a little annoyed at being teased like that, so I looked at him and said, "My hands are sore. Go to the bathroom and do it yourself." A usual person couldn’t handle sex life every day, let alone a pregnant woman.
His eyes darkened slightly, and his smirk deepened, "It's an honor that you think that I am this strong."
I was puzzled.
In what way was that considered strong?
I ignored him and closed my eyes to sleep.
His voice softened a little, and he said, "Don't sleep yet. Don't you hate it when I'm still wet? Get up and dry it for me before sleeping."
I frowned, "Do it yourself."
Hendrix glued his chin on my shoulder, both hands away from me, and he said, "Some things require both husband and wife to participate."
I sighed. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep if we continued to push and pull like that.
I sat up from his embrace, picked up the towel that he cast aside, and I kneeled on the bed to wipe his hair.
I noticed that there were water droplets on his body and pursed my lips. Did he not know how to dry himself properly before going to bed?
"You wet the bed!" I said as I saw the big damp spot under him. I then warned him frustratingly, "Next time, I won't allow you to sleep on the bed if you wet it again."
He chuckled, "Alright, next time, help dry me up in the bathroom."
I pressed my lips together and ignored him.
After helping him to dry off, I laid down and went back to sleep. I didn't know what he did later. I only saw him returning with something that looked like bottles in his hands.
I was sleepy, so I didn't feel like asking him.
His cell phone began to ring again. He answered the phone in a cold voice, "Andrea, what's the matter?"
I didn't expect him to answer the phone with the speaker on. Andrea sounded sad on the other side of the phone, saying, "Hendrix, please come and accompany me, will you? I'm lonely."
Wasn't she staying in the Pearis Manor with Valerie? Why was she complaining about being lonely every day?
"Call Austin. I'm about to give Arianna a massage. She's pregnant, and her calves and feet are swollen.
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