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.

sofa, a chandelier, a tea table, and a dining table that was half a meter long. The kitchen was open and monochromatic. Other than the

Was this Jordan's lair?

look

a while, I didn't find anything suspicious. Anyway, Jordan would not force me to submit, so I was bold enough to

the room opposite the stairs was closed. I tiptoed,

shower. The 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

of his

that the shower in the bathroom was still running before

it was

than I

plain view of the pieces

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