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."

implied that the pure, innocent Jordan was a playboy who just did not

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

truth was that if he ever dared to reach out, I would

often

But then he 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, is that

late," I

my original indifferent expression. I suddenly

I slammed the door

over. The atmosphere was tense. When she saw me coming out, her

and nodded heavily. Then I gave her a calm look so that

came

him on purpose, "Mr. Marshall, since we're not close, I don't think you need to hold my

casually glanced over to his men. They immediately understood

him very sincerely and then left with

walking, I asked her

for you to protect me alone? Should I hire someone to