My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Although I wanted to make Jordan suffer, my expression was that of a jealous girlfriend. I put on an upset face to indicate that I was sad over him being with other women.

The room suddenly fell into a suffocating silence. The atmosphere was awkward as the tension thickened.

After an unknown period of time, Jordan cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, I'm not as open as you think."

I raised the corner of my mouth silently, a light of victory flashed in my eyes.

"Oh, Jordan. I haven't even asked you anything, yet you are so eager to explain yourself to me? What are you afraid of? That I might overthink and stop flirting with you?" I snickered to myself.

"Don't worry. Before you fall head over heels with me and your heart is mine, that will never happen."

After a while, I raised my head and looked at him in surprise. "Are you just saying that so I won't be sad?"

Jordan frowned. "What?"

Before he could react, I lowered my head and whispered to myself, "It doesn't matter. It is good enough. Everyone has a past. I have no right to ask you of anything."

was a playboy who just did not want

would think I was a pitiful little girl that pined after his love. The ball was in

that if he ever dared to reach out, I would

most cunning hunters often appeared

mouth, as if wanting to say more. But then he suddenly changed his tone and said coldly, "I'm glad you know that

too late," I

intended to draw a clear line between us, I wore my original indifferent expression. I

that, I slammed the door

atmosphere was tense. When she saw me coming out, her face changed. She stretched her

to look at her and nodded heavily. Then I gave

Jordan came

"Mr. Marshall, since we're not close, I

to his men. They immediately

I thanked him very sincerely and

walking, I asked

at fighting? Is it hard for you to protect me alone? Should I hire someone to