My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"That's enough." Jordan was not in the mood to listen. He raised his hand and spoke to the man in the suit. "As I said, I'll give you full responsibility for this place. I want to see satisfactory results as soon as

possible."

"Yes, sir." The man in the suit nodded respectfully.

I still wanted to see more, but Jordan was not willing to stay any longer. He pulled me out, quickly driving away.

It was not until the village was far behind the car that Jordan opened the window, letting out a sigh of relief. With one hand holding the steering wheel and the other casually resting on the window, he commented on Emily's way of doing things. "She failed. This whole village is such a failure. How can we ever develop in a place like this? It's no wonder the domestic market has been so poor. Women are so short-sighted."

Judging from the way he spoke and how he kept mentioning the development and the market, those who didn't know the truth would think he was doing conventional business with a bright future ahead of him. Dissatisfied with the patrol that lasted less than a minute and knowing he would scold me, I replied to him, "That last part was for me, isn't it?"

It was only then that Jordan processed my words. He glanced at me, adjusting his posture as he explained stiffly, "You are different from those women."

that I used to be someone else's woman while the other women you have been with aren't. What does

he was impulsive. However, I had to make him remember it in his bones lest I suffer the pain of biting my tongue once

and even sounded mad. "You'd better

"Who was the one who dragged me out on a long drive to have a casual look? I should be the one saying that.

Jordan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but

morning when we returned

barefoot on the cold floor. As a result, I

me, Jordan had no choice

stopped where I was, but I didn't look

rustling sound, then

Jordan's voice

I saw