The Woman From Hell

Jordan obviously knew something had happened between me and Shannon. He smiled at me. "Looking for Shannon?"

"Yeah. Alas, she won't see me."

I brought it upon myself. I could not blame anyone.

He opened the door and said, "Shannon's still mad. I keep hearing her whine these past few days. She's an emotional person. I'm sure you have a better understanding of her."

I nodded. "Of course. I already told her I'll wait for her here."

Jordan's mouth twitched into a smile when he heard this. "How long are you going to wait here? Come in. She talks tough, but she's a softie. You guys will be able to talk better once you meet."

I smiled as I looked at Jordan. He was about to lead me inside, so I hurriedly got up and picked up the small chair as I followed him in. "Will Shannon be even madder with me coming in like this?"

"It's fine. Besides, you two have to see each other eventually, no?" he asked back.

"Yeah." I nodded heavily.

would let her hit me until she got all her anger

"Sir. Miss Lane?" The housekeeper was surprised when she saw me behind Jordan. She then glanced at Shannon, who was on the sofa, a little

immediately darkened when she saw me.

it out?"

away, not even bothering to give me any face. "There's

good friends for so long. Don't tell me you want the relationship to just end like

en

who wanted to end it first. That being the case, why should I hold onto her while she keeps giving me the cold shoulder?" While I felt somewhat terrible, this was an outcome I had to bear. I would not

"Shannon, I-"

say. Leave." Shannon cut me off without any hesitation and ordered me to

profile, feeling like a stone was stuck in my throat. "Jordan,

over spilled milk. Shannon wanted to explain herself, but since I was present, she said nothing. I noticed her

tone a little lonely when he said, "Why

walked