My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 986

I took a moment to calm down. My head was a little dizzy and my body felt heavy. I knew that Hendrix was the one who brought me here, so I was not so worried.

I wanted to get up and leave, but after struggling for a while, I gave up since my body didn't have much strength and I was still dizzy and uncomfortable.

I was normally able to hold my liquor and had no problem staying sober, but my body did not cooperate that day.

The bathroom door opened and Hendrix walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. There were still drops of water on his well-built body. When he saw that I had woken up, he glanced at me indifferently and asked, "You're up?"

I nodded. Lying on the bed, I yanked at the blanket. Belatedly I realized that my clothes had been taken off.

My eyes widened at Hendrix. I said angrily, "Hendrix, you're despicable. You clearly knew that I'm drunk, but you still..."

He looked over and raised his eyebrows, "Still what?"

I was stunned. Looking at his expression, I was suddenly a little uncertain whether he had done anything to me or not. I asked hesitatingly, "Did we do 'that'?"

He casually used the towel to wipe his hair, which was still dripping with water. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean by 'that'?"

Did I need to be explicit?

He knew what I meant, but he still deliberately acted like he didn't know what I was talking about.

Seeing this, I stopped talking and wrapped myself more tightly in the quilt, "Where're my clothes?"

He stopped wiping his hair and looked at me archly, "You should be asking me where my clothes are?"

"Fine, where are your clothes?" There was a strong smell of alcohol in the room. Our clothes were nowhere to be found, so I was a little uncertain, "Did I do something just now?"

He threw the towel aside and leaned over to me. He arched his eyebrows and said, "A set of custom-made clothes worth a hundred and eighty thousand dollars plus the compensation to my mental trauma, which is two million dollars. How are you going to repay me?" "What?" I was a bit confused. How did he get to two million?