My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 2331

Looking at the exaggeration, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I couldn't tell why Jordan was mad. I cleared my throat, putting away my smile before I deliberately echoed in all seriousness, "Indeed, if I were the boss, I would give a raise to the person who took those photos-"

Halfway through my sentence, Jordan grabbed my jaw, lifting me up.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Jordan raised his eyebrows and his eyes were cold. "You're really giving your all for Hendrix, aren't you?"

It seemed that this was what he was concerned about. He was unhappy when he saw that I had no bottom line whenever it came to Hendrix.

Grasping the hand grabbing my jaw for a chance to breathe, I rebutted, "Do you even know me? I could even give up my relationship with my brother, so why else should I care?"

Jordan smiled, but his eyes were filled with the same coldness and bloodlust when he pointed that gun at Evan, "I just never expected you to be so despicable. Do you know that whenever you approached Hendrix, the gaze you give him and your action around him is like a dog wagging its tail!" "So what if I'm a dog!" I closed my eyes as I roared. After that, I opened my eyes again, glaring at him with angry eyes. Grinding my teeth together, I said, "Even if I was a b*tch, it has nothing to do with you. What gives you the right to judge me? We have nothing to do with each other!"

Jordan's movements froze, and the strength in his hands loosened a little. He was stunned at first, then became furious as he exerted his strength. "Arianna, don't act like you know what's good for you!"

"Likewise." A pungent smell spread out from my mouth. Trying hard not to feel gag, I swallowed the discomfort in my lower abdomen, the itch in my throat easing for a moment. "You're not much better."

"Don't compare yourself with me." Jordan's face was cold, his eyes sharp.

"Is there even a difference between us? I'm chasing after Hendrix, and you... you don't ever give up on me. I'm indeed cheap to be his plaything, but at least I'm honest. What about you? You don't even have the guts to be honest with yourself, hiding in a shady corner like a stinky rat, peeking at me like you used to peek at Hendrix's life!" I sneered, the fear in me long forgotten.

No hunter would tremble in front of their prey.

In a relationship, the one who fell for the other first could only surrender.

All of a sudden, Jordan threw me onto the sofa in a fit. He turned his back, no longer facing me. His back was like a phantom, carrying a strong sense of oppression, but he never answered. No one knew what he was thinking.

When people lived, they would be subject to discipline. However, when there was an exception, the relationship between them was destined to be different.

Jordan could tolerate me calling him a stinky rat, proving Ian's analysis to be accurate. Subconsciously, Jordan put himself lower than me, or he just wanted to indulge me. Whichever it was, I should add fuel to the fire.

I simply collapsed on the sofa, fiddling with my limbs to make charming and leisurely postures as I said to myself, "Or you could kill me. Otherwise, you will have to see more things like this in the future. You would have to watch me give Hendrix my wholehearted love, the love that could have been given to you, the love that you denied. Haha."