My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2333

I was secretly delighted. Right now, my life was the best tool over him. My life was my advantage.

Jordan knew why I smiled, but he had no idea what to do. Finally, he pulled his hand away from me and stood aside, fastening the buttons of his shirt one by one.

"Admitting that you don't want to leave me now?" I coughed twice, continuing to tease him after I recovered my breath.

"Perhaps. But from now on, you can't go anywhere." Jordan's movements were measured as he regained his usual calm.

"What's wrong? Do you think you can have me if you keep me near?" I continued to argue with him.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

After fastening the final button, Jordan turned around and looked at me gloomily. Not saying anything in the end, he picked up his coat from the ground and went upstairs.

After making sure the sound of his footsteps were gone, the smile on my face immediately disappeared. I sat up, beginning to look around the room.

The decorations were simple. There was a sofa, a chandelier, a tea table, and a dining table that was half a meter long. The kitchen was open and monochromatic. Other than the two of us, no one else seemed to be here.

Was this Jordan's lair?

It didn't look like it.

After walking around the first floor for a while, I didn't find anything suspicious. Anyway, Jordan would not force me to submit, so I was bold enough to explore the second floor.

There were only three rooms on the second floor. The door of the room opposite the stairs was closed. I tiptoed, pushed the door open, and went in.

Jordan was taking a shower. The clothes he changed out of were casually placed on the sofa. He had to pass through a door to enter the bedroom. The most private room for people was the bedroom. Perhaps there would be some important evidence of his crime inside. Content

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I looked back cautiously, making sure that the shower in the bathroom was still running before I tiptoed in.

However, it was even more deserted

I

inside than I had imagined. In

addition to the bed and high-ceiling lighting, I had a plain view of the pieces of furniture. I gained nothing from coming in.

"You were willing to die for your beliefs just now, yet you're taking the initiative, now. Don't tell me that you are playing hard to get." Jordan had come out of the bathroom a some point, his cold voice scaring me.

Feeling guilty, I turned around only to see his lower half wrapped in a bath towel. I subconsciously shrank back.

Jordan did not give me the chance to react. After staring at me, he stepped forward, picking me up with one hand and carrying me to the bedroom. After that, he walked towards the bed, lifted the quilt, and threw me onto the bed.

As soon as I got up, Jordan got on the bed as well. He hugged me and laid down, trapping me with one hand as he covered me with the quilt using his other hand.

Just as I was about to break free, Jordan used his overwhelming strength and warned, "I won't touch you, but I want something at least. Be good."