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.

get her way, a man had to

I love Hendrix, but 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 which one of the two of you manages to fully win my heart." Jordan seemed moved by my words. He stretched

said these words. There was a dangerous aura in his tone, like a

a little unnatural, but I still managed to keep

cupped the back of my head with

strength was

resist. I could only let him do as he pleased. With a cold face patted his back from time to time

embrace had softened his hard outer shell and was slowly soothing the wild

Jordan could feel the love from me, the harder his coming days would be. I had plenty of patience. Now, all that was left was whether or not he

of me. Our eyes met. He seemed to be unable to adapt to the changes in our relationship and was feeling