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?"

when he pointed that gun 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

act like you know what's good for you!" "Likewise." A pungent smell spread out from my mouth. Trying hard not to feel gag, I swallowed the discomfort in

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

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

in front of their

one who fell for

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

subject to discipline. However, when there was an

Jordan put himself lower than me,