My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Jordan did not answer because he had nothing to say. He tried his best to suppress the emotions in him that were burning like a wildfire. He had completely exposed himself in front of others, and he had nowhere to hide, so he could only face it. He had to accept the fact that his heart was wavering.

Moreover, he was defeated the first time I resisted. He had lost to the love that he so despised.

Over the past ten years, he had been living too happily in his dark little corner. For the rest of his life, he had to atone for his sins.

"It's nothing, really." I stood up from my chair with a smile and looked at him gently, like an omnipotent God, comforting my wounded believer. "We were meant to fall in love anyway. We just had to follow your plan step by step. Now, we have to sit back and enjoy being in love, right?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me suspiciously as if he was thinking about whether it was feasible to do so or not.

I raised my hand and resisted the urge to grab his neck. I gently stroked his thin cheek. "Won't it be nice if you could see me openly every day?"

"But you just said that you would love Hendrix until the day you die," Jordan said stubbornly.

her way, a

that doesn't mean that I can't love you. I can die for him, but I can also do the same for you. Of course, I probably won't get the chance to do so. As to who I end up with, it depends on

a dangerous aura in

was already a little unnatural, but I still managed to keep it

about it. He cupped the back

was

he pleased. With a cold face patted his back from time to time

Jordan's tension melt away. This simple embrace had softened his hard outer shell and was slowly

always believed that hugging could transmit energy. The more Jordan could feel the love from me, the harder his coming days would

Our eyes met. He seemed to be unable to adapt to the changes in our