My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was dumbfounded at his vehemence, so I could only agree for the time being. "Okay. Please watch over Wynn and the others for me."

"No problem," Aaron said earnestly, "But you'd better come back and take them home as soon as possible."

I knew he had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He was obviously worried about my safety and was trying to get me to come home sooner. I smiled and nodded even though he could not see me. "Okay, I'll go back immediately after I'm done. I won't delay for even a second."

"Be careful."

"I will." After that, he hung up the phone.

It was gloomy outside, so I couldn't tell what time it was.

I turned on my phone and saw that it was 10:40 a.m.

After some thinking, I realized that I had slept for about a full 24 hours, a whole day and night. I wondered how Hendrix and Evan were doing.

Jordan didn't want me to die, which meant that I meant something to him, giving me an advantage.

From now on, I did not have to bend toward Jordan's every will anymore.

like him didn't know how to

he would have nothing to compare with Hendrix anymore. That meant

Jordan to think that I was not afraid of doing so.

the hospital. Since Jordan wasn't around,

there were too many islands around me. It was difficult to pinpoint where I was with just my sense of

why Jordan chose this island to build his factory in the first place. If the police raided the nearby islands, he would hear about it right away

in with several containers. It seemed like he was trying

brought a total of

a hearty

me. He took out a plate and a set of cutleries. Then, he said

looked down at the

refused to touch the cutleries as I wanted to make things hard for him. "I have a gun wound on my shoulder, and my head

he turned

two steps

his tracks. After pausing for

turned around. He casually picked up the cutleries, scooped a spoonful of food forme, and held

gently, "Open wide."