My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Jordan stood frozen on the spot for a while before he slowly walked over. He didn't sit down but stood in front of me, looking down at me from above. His blank eyes gradually showed anger as if he was dissatisfied with how I could act so calmly as if nothing had happened.

"What's the matter?" I deliberately ignored him and focused on warming my hands with the hot tea.

After waiting for a long time, Jordan was still silent. I slowly raised my head. Just as I met his eyes, a big hand suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.

"Ouch!" The wound on my shoulder was not fully healed. I pulled on it subconsciously, but the pain was hard to bear. I could not help but let out a groan.

The strength in his hands relaxed for a moment, but after a brief consideration, he clenched his fist again. Then he leaned over to me and asked fiercely, "You still love Hendrix, don't you?"

Frowning, I raised my chin and refused to give in. "What does that have to do with you?"

"Answer me!" Jordan gritted his teeth. His grip was so firm that it felt like he was crushing my

bones.

sweat formed on my forehead. I swallowed hard to endure the piercing pain. My lips trembled as I continued to say, "Yes, I love him. I will love him until I die! Are you satisfied!?" "Shut up!" He suddenly became furious. He grabbed my

I struggled to breathe.

instinctively fought to escape his grasp as I suffocated. At this moment, I was like a fish on a chopping board, about to be

at Jordan. Even though I was losing consciousness little by little, my gaze was

were bloodshot, the blue veins on his face were bulging from his anger. He looked like

I felt the metallic

I was on the

Velos

at Jordan with contempt

"You... lost... Haha..."

second, as if waking up from a dream, he suddenly pulled his hand