"Nothing that will interest you." Jordan set the spoon down and ladled some soup into a bowl. "This will help you recover. Drink up."
I didn't even look at him. I was too focused on the deal he made with Hendrix. "Tell me, what did you give him?"
"Are you a broken record?" Jordan frowned. Annoyance was written all over his face.
I did not respond as my chirpy mood was completely gone now. Instantly, my expression turned dark. I stretched out my legs and leaned back onto my bed, making it clear that I didn't want to talk to him.
"Has Hendrix ever told you how troublesome you are?" Jordan's words were weird. It was apparent he did not know anything about the passion between a man and a woman.
Troublesome? He knew nothing about a sweet burden.
I was putting myself through so much psychological torture to flirt with this guy. Not only he did not appreciate the effort I put into my act, he still even dared to criticize me and my skills?
I turned my cheek and ignored him completely. I wanted him to understand what it felt like to get the cold shoulder.
The atmosphere in the ward became tense again. Jordan picked up the spoon and knocked it on the table twice as a warning. "If you don't finish this food, it means that Hendrix sucks at cooking. I can make sure he never appears in front of you again with a single phone call."
It was my turn to lose my temper now. I sat up straight and glared back at him. "The same old threat as always, huh? I can't believe you're willing to sell off someone who laid down their life for you. You are disgusting. Go on and make that call. I swear I will end my life right now. Do you think I'm scared of you?"
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