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?"

at Evan, "I just never expected you to be so despicable. Do you know that whenever you approached Hendrix, the gaze you give him and your action around him is like a 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

his hands loosened a little. He was stunned at first, then became furious as he exerted his strength. "Arianna, don't act like you know what's good for you!" "Likewise." A pungent smell spread out from my mouth. Trying hard

Jordan's face was cold, his

even a difference between us? I'm chasing after Hendrix, and you... you don't ever give up on me. I'm indeed cheap to be his plaything, but at least I'm honest. What about you? You don't

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the one who fell for the

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

people lived, they would be subject to discipline. However, when there was an exception, the relationship between them was destined to be

Subconsciously, Jordan put himself lower than me, or he just wanted to indulge me. Whichever it