My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2332

"You were the one who ran away. It was you who gave up that right!" I said harshly, deliberately raising my voice so that he could hear every word. Jordan tilted his head and looked behind him as if he had heard an absurd joke. "Gave up? In this case, whether I could love you depends on your charity?"Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

The word charity was a bit insulting. It was not my intention, but I had no choice but to continue. "I didn't say that. I wanted to treat you and Hendrix fairly, but you hid. You know how much I love him. That isn't something I can control."

There was an old saying, the closer people were, the clearer they knew what they should say to make the other feel unbearable pain.

Although it sounded a little sentimental, other than Naomi, I knew Jordan the longest. I knew him far better than any outsider, so it was all too easy to stab him in the heart.

As expected, Jordan became irritated. He quickly grabbed my hand then flipped me over.

His face was against mine as he threatened me, "Know your place! Open your eyes and see who is the master here!"

I panicked, choosing to be defiant. "I won't let you get your way, even if I die!"

Jordan remained unmoved, not pausing in the slightest as he unbuttoned his shirt. He was as cold as a machine that only knew how to carry out orders. "Fair treatment, am I right? Why not let your body choose who it likes more, mine or Hendrix's?"

I never thought that an arrogant person like Jordan would be so stupid as to make connections between the feelings and the body, thinking that if he got one of the two, the other would come along as well.

I laughed as I raised my chin, ready to bite my tongue to kill myself. Using the stubbornness in my eyes, I wanted him to know that if he couldn't get my heart, he couldn't get my body.

Jordan didn't notice the movements of my mouth, just waiting for the heat within his chest to be liberated. After unbuttoning his shirt, he reached out his hand towards me.

I was also wearing a dress with buttons trailing all the way down The number could be comparable to his shirt. The moment he stretched out his hand, Jordan frowned irritably.

Not afraid of death, I burst out laughing at this moment. Jordan's face darkened as he directly pinched the collar of my shirt. Crack.

I was ashamed and angry, so I bit hard on my tongue, hoping that it was true that one could die by biting off one's tongue. I don't want to be in so much pain to wake up in the hospital to face this unfortunate reality.

However, while I was in so much pain that I broke out in cold sweat, I suddenly realized that Jordan was not making his next move.

I quickly loosened my tongue and opened my eyes.

Jordan was still maintaining a superior position over me, but his cold eyes were narrowed slightly. He was staring at my left shoulder, lost in thought.

Before I could react, Jordan seemed

to have noticed something, tilting his head and looking at me. After that, he reached out to pinch my cheek, forcing me to open my mouth.

His eyes were filled with killing intent when he saw the blood on my tongue. "You actually want to die again!"

Only then did I remember that the injury on my left shoulder from being forced into a corner by him.

The half-healed scar reminded him that this woman, whom he could not give up on, would die if he pushed her too hard.