My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I tried to call again, but it didn't get through.

I couldn't pretend to be calm anymore. Hence, I directly called Jordan.

He picked up quickly. "Don't tell me that you have fallen in love with me already, and you don't want me to leave."

His words were indeed too old-school.

"What did you do to Hendrix?" I wasn't in the mood to joke with him.

"Isn't it inappropriate to talk about another man when you are with someone, who you are about to start a relationship with?"

"Stop talking nonsense. You've long known that I still have feelings for him. You were the one who chose me. Hence, it's your responsibility to make me forget him. If you want me to have feelings for you, just spill it, quick."

"I can tell you, but you'll have to change your temper. I don't like the way you are talking to me now." The phone was a little noisy, and it interrupted Jordan's voice. I couldn't analyze his true feelings. However, there was nothing more important than

someone. That way, I could put in all my attention and effort to let you get the experience you want." Jordan was convinced, "Good, you

give him?" I

for him to exchange your family for

"Beep..."

a busy tone on the other end of the line. Jordan hung

well that Hendrix was

clearly. In the future, I am afraid that it wouldn't be easy to gain

of it in a carefree manner

just turned off my phone, went back to

early in the morning. When I went downstairs, I saw him wearing an

outside the kitchen. They didn't dare to goin and disturb, nor could

Madeline hurriedly came forward

back and help clean up.

sending off the servants, I walked in, put on an apron, and naturally assisted him with