My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Looking at the exaggeration, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I couldn't tell why Jordan was mad. I cleared my throat, putting away my smile before I deliberately echoed in all seriousness, "Indeed, if I were the boss, I would give a raise to the person who took those photos-"

Halfway through my sentence, Jordan grabbed my jaw, lifting me up.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Jordan raised his eyebrows and his eyes were cold. "You're really giving your all for Hendrix, aren't you?"

It seemed that this was what he was concerned about. He was unhappy when he saw that I had no bottom line whenever it came to Hendrix.

Grasping the hand grabbing my jaw for a chance to breathe, I rebutted, "Do you even know me? I could even give up my relationship with my brother, so why else should I care?"

dog wagging its tail!" "So what if I'm a dog!" I closed my eyes as I roared. After that, I opened my eyes again, glaring at him with angry eyes. Grinding my teeth together, I said, "Even

for you!" "Likewise." A pungent smell spread out from my mouth. Trying hard not to feel gag, I swallowed the discomfort in my lower

yourself with me." Jordan's face was cold,

I'm indeed cheap to be his plaything, but at least I'm honest. What about you? You don't even have the guts to

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one who fell for the other first could

sudden, Jordan threw me onto the sofa in a fit. He turned his back, no longer facing me. His back was like a phantom,

subject to discipline. However, when there was an exception, the relationship

proving lan's analysis to be accurate. Subconsciously, Jordan put himself lower than me, or he just wanted