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."

that the pure, innocent Jordan was a playboy

think I was a pitiful little girl that pined after his love. The ball was in Jordan's court, it was up to

was that if he ever dared to reach out, I

cunning hunters often appeared

suddenly changed his tone and said coldly, "I'm glad you know that I'm not the kind of man that can be thrown around easily." "Oh,

it's too late," I said

that he intended to draw a clear line between us, I wore my original indifferent expression. I suddenly got up and walked

I slammed

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

turned to look at her and nodded heavily. Then I gave her a calm look so

came

close,

over to his men. They immediately understood and made way for

I thanked him very sincerely and

I asked her

you to protect me