The moment the door closed, my tears stopped.
I calmly got up from the ground and put on my slippers. After that, I washed my face before taking out some ingredients from the refrigerator to make myself pasta to eat.
Crying took a lot of energy! I was already hungry as soon as Hendrix left.
From this point of view, it was not easy for actors to make money.
As I ate the pasta, I couldn't help but think about how Jordan would treat me as it affected my next step.
If I wasn't mistaken, after what happened today, in this well- matched battle, Jordan had already retreated. If he made a concession, that could be my chance to mess things up.
Now that I was 100% sure about Hendrix's feelings, all I had to do was do my best to assist him.
Hendrix would fight for his career while I would fight for his heart.
After confirming this fact, I was in a rare good mood. I kept eating until I finished all the pasta I
cooked.
When I went upstairs, I saw one of the doors left ajar. Judging from the layout, it should be the study. The computer that Jordan had used was placed on the desk.
I looked at the door and went straight into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with a bang.
After what happened a day ago, I learned something. Jordan had set up everything in this house to make a fool out of me. Nothing was valuable.
Therefore, it was better to be quiet than to make any moves. I simply laid back on the bed and slept.
When I was between dream and reality, I felt someone holding me from behind. I immediately woke up, getting up from the bed. I turned on the night lamp.
I frowned when I saw Jordan's face. Right away, I stormed out of the bedroom and stomped into the living room.
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