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."

Jordan was a playboy who just did not

was a pitiful little girl that pined after

dared to reach out, I

cunning hunters often appeared as prey, didn't

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

intended to draw a clear line between us, I wore my original indifferent expression. I suddenly got up and walked out, "Fine. I guess I was

slammed the door

over. The atmosphere was tense. When she saw me coming out, her face changed. She stretched her neck and asked loudly, "Are you

to look at her and nodded heavily. Then I gave

Jordan came out

we're not close, I don't think you need

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

very much." I thanked him very sincerely and

walking, I asked her

it hard for you to protect