She hadn't changed at all. She was still just as rhetorical and unreasonable as before. I couldn't believe that I had dreamt of her turning a new leaf after all these years. She should have, at least, learned to be more emphatic. Obviously, I was much too naive.
Behind her bluff was nothing more than a guilty conscience. There was no point in arguing. Instead of wasting time with her, it was better to go home and think about how to deal with Jordan.
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths of cold air. After calming down, I turned around and promptly left.
Andrea however, refused to give up. She stepped forward and pulled me back. Before I could react, I lost my balance and fell backwards.
I then felt a pair of hands holding onto my waist up. The first person I thought to be my hero here was Hendrix. It must have been Hendrix. However, my eyes met with a pair of hypocritical looking eyes.
Jordan's lips curved into an indescribable smile. "Are you all right?"
I stood up using his arms and moved away, keeping a good distance from him.
The smile on Jordan's face deepened. Like a wild cat, who had a well- thought- out plan, he was thrilled by intimidating and threatening his prey.
When I regained my composure, I looked up again and spotted Hendrix standing beside him, blank faced.
They had come together, but it was Jordan who saved me from falling down. Did he do this to avoid suspicion, or did he do it to hide something else?
Jordan answered without asking any questions, "As you wish, I've brought him back. Are you happy now?"
He always had a warm and harmless look on his face, just like the boy next door that could never do anything wrong. The black frame around his glasses gave an extra hint of sincerity and of good nature. However, only those who had really gotten to know him would know just how horrible his rage and ambition were, hidden under that mask.
I know that he had reasons behind everything he did to please me.
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