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.

a dining table that was half a meter long.

Was this Jordan's lair?

didn't 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, pushed the door open, and

sofa. He had to pass through a door to enter the bedroom. The most

his crime

that the shower in the

it was even more

than I

bed and high-ceiling lighting, I had a plain view

me that you are playing hard to get." Jordan had come out