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.

that was half a meter

Was this Jordan's lair?

look

I didn't find anything suspicious. Anyway, Jordan would

second floor. The door of the room opposite the stairs

clothes he changed out of were casually placed on the sofa. He had to pass through a door to enter the bedroom. The most private room for people was the bedroom. Perhaps there would

of his crime

shower in the bathroom was still running before I tiptoed

was even

than I had

to the bed and high-ceiling lighting, I had a plain view of the pieces

initiative now. Don't tell me that you are playing hard