My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I still refused to look at Jordan, but I suddenly remembered the computer in the room. Gaining a flash of inspiration, I changed my mind, looked at him, and said, "I'm tired, but I can't calm down. If you make me

a bowl of chicken noodle soup, I can consider it."

Jordan smiled but pretended to be serious. He ordered, "Wait upstairs."

Only then did I smile and run upstairs excitedly.

Reaching the door of the room, I felt worried. I turned back to the stairs and looked down. After making sure that Jordan was in the kitchen, I hurried back and closed the door before rushing to pick up the computer.

I was lucky. Jordan didn't shut off his computer, so the screen was in standby mode. When the screen lit up, it showed the dialog box.

I swallowed nervously. After making sure Jordan didn't come back, I scrolled through the chat history.

Sure enough, they were excluding Hendrix from this deal, or he might be their actual target.

I wanted to log into my account to transfer the information, but it would leave a log-in record. If

Jordan came in all of a sudden, I would not be able to delete it.

Anxious, I caught a glimpse of the mail icon on the table, and I instantly understood what I could do.

Jordan's email and opened the chat box's interface. After that, I took a

that

I selected

to send

the records after

email, aware

one

interface, I finally felt relieved, breathing a sigh of

doing?" Jordan's faint voice could be

chill down my spine as if someone had grabbed

triying my best to look as calm as possible. I opened the browser secretly, speaking impatiently, "What's wrong? I've been bored the entire day, and yet I can't read the news on the Internet? Do you really think I'm a

bowl of chicken noodle soup. Putting the bowl aside, he took the computer away. After looking through carefully, he found nothing

you suspecting me?"

were the one who brought me here and put

right there.

earlier if

it. Don't treat me like a thief. I'm a human being, not your

computer aside with a straight face. Pushing the bowl to the table in front of me, he said,

neither