My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2367

Chapter 2367

I pinched my nose shut in disgust and watched him fall onto the sofa. Only then, did I see the scars on his face and that the corner of his lips was swollen. Did he get beaten up outside?

However, I didn't ask about it, knowing that this self-righteous guy would probably think that I was asking because I was concerned about him.

He leaned back on the sofa and relaxed. He opened his heavy eyelids and glanced at me, then loosened the tie around his neck.

After taking it off, he threw it aside and put both his hands on his knees. Then he covered his face and rubbed his hands up and down to ease the discomfort caused by the alcohol. Finally, he kept his mouth and nose covered, only revealing his eyes, and said slowly, "You don't even care one bit about why I am like this, do you?"

Why should I care?

I didn't say anything but just looked at him with curious eyes.

Unlike his usual gentleman-like demeanor, Jordan looked extremely distressed and careless. This was probably the first time I'd seen him this way.

"I laid my cards out with Stanley." After abruptly throwing out this statement, he spread out his arms and lay back against the sofa. With tipsy misty eyes, he looked at me and waited for my response.

indeed surprised by his words. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. I'd never expected

on his face and the fact that he came back alive had already proven everything. However, I just wanted to know how he was beaten by

like he was speaking of somebody else. "I was

given a hard beating

Stanley still cares. He didn't immediately kill you,"

two choices. I'll either die with you or I'll continue to be his pet, and he will

telling mez that you not only went and angered Stanley for me but even chose to be

attitude in front of Stanley before, it seemed like that group

us,

(el

follow. Stanley. Wherever he went, he would have to

didn't deny it but changed the topic and smiled uncomfortably. "If I stay

all die. It doesn't seem

get to have you by my

are afraid of death?" I sarcastically threw out a remark,

I will be tired of you sooner or later. Hence, before that