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?"

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 at him with angry eyes. Grinding my teeth together, I said, "Even if I was a b*tch, it has nothing to do with you. What gives you the right

good for you!" "Likewise." A pungent smell spread out from my mouth. Trying hard not to feel gag,

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

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 even have the guts to be honest

in front of

relationship, the one who fell for the

of a 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 oppression, but he never

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

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