My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Jordan was right about losing control after having a taste of something.

The fish had taken the bait, so there was no reason not to bring them ashore. I could only temporarily suppress the hatred in my heart as I lay there quietly.

Soon, I heard the sound of even breathing from beside me.

Jordan was a clever person, so he might not be a deep sleeper. A slight sound or movement could wake him up. I've already irritated him too many times that day, so it wasn't a good idea to continue provoking him. I couldn't risk undoing what I worked so hard to get.

I couldn't all asleep for most of the night. When it was almost dawn, I noticed signs of Jordan waking up, so I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

A few minutes later, Jordan got out of bed, put on his clothes, and went downstairs.

He made breakfast, placing on the table. By the time I arrived downstairs, he was no longer there.

I didn't have much appetite. Besides, I learned a lesson from the day before. I didn't intend to eat what Jordan gave me.

I turned back and went upstairs, planning to figure out what was in the other two rooms, yet I underestimated Jordan's cautiousness. The two doors were locked, and I couldn't open them.

couldn't find any tools to undo the locks. I was a

only to remember that my phone and bag were left behind

the truth was that I could

do anything, so I went back to recuperate. After staying up for almost a day,

up again, it was already dark. The bedroom lights were off, but the lights

folded clothes. Jordan probably prepared those for me

the living room. On the sofa, Jordan was staring at

stepped on the soft carpet,

the sofa,

vaguely see the messages in

of the transaction" mixed in

was dealing with those goods. As expected, every piece of information about the transaction

get closer to see more clearly. Suddenly, the phone on

up the phone and put it on his

of relief, but Jordan