My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was secretly delighted. Right now, my life was the best tool over him. My life was my advantage.

Jordan knew why I smiled, but he had no idea what to do. Finally, he pulled his hand away from me and stood aside, fastening the buttons of his shirt one by one.

"Admitting that you don't want to leave me now?" I coughed twice, continuing to tease him after I recovered my breath.

"Perhaps. But from now on, you can't go anywhere." Jordan's movements were measured as he regained his usual calm.

"What's wrong? Do you think you can have me if you keep me near?" I continued to argue with him.

After fastening the final button, Jordan turned around and looked at me gloomily. Not saying anything in the end, he picked up his coat from the ground and went upstairs.

After making sure the sound of his footsteps were gone, the smile on my face immediately disappeared. I sat up, beginning to look around the room.

half a meter long. The kitchen was

Was this Jordan's lair?

didn't look like

anything suspicious. Anyway, Jordan would not

on the second floor. The door of the room opposite the stairs was closed. I tiptoed, pushed the door

casually placed on the sofa. He had to pass through a door to enter the bedroom. The most private room for people

his

making sure that the shower in the bathroom

it was

than I had imagined.

lighting, I had a plain view of the pieces of furniture. I gained

just now, yet you're taking the initiative now. Don't tell me that