I crossed my arms and rubbed them as I was feeling a little cold. I looked at him calmly and said, "You can't do what I want you to do, but you like to give me things that I don't want at all. You love and treat someone with yourself as the center. We are from two different worlds. I have nothing to teach you."
Jordan's expression changed again. His expression turned dark, and his breath became frighteningly cold.
Was he angry again?
Was it because he couldn't bear to hear those words?
Well, he should have seen this coming.
It would only be fair if this uncomfortable feeling affected his mind and made him unable to eat or sleep.
In this silence, Jordan said slowly, word by word, "Hendrix doesn't love you, yet you gave up your principles for him, again and again. I kept giving you chances, but you are still harsh to me. Arianna, don't you think that you're being unfair?"
What a joke! He was a devil, who trampled on people's lives and brought disaster to everyone, was actually hoping to be treated fairly.
If things were fair, how about those whose families were destroyed because of his drugs? What about Hendrix's life, my life, and the bullet Evan had to suffer from? Who could we turn to for justice?
Moreover, he constantly mentioned Hendrix. It was obvious that he didn't love me at all. It was just a kind of desire for victory and possession that was more stubborn than Andrea's.
But I couldn't openly admit my prejudice against him, so I had to let it go and deal with him patiently, "Fine, I apologize. I should be responsible for what happened today as well. So we are even now."
"But I hope that things like secretly arranging for my family to come won't happen again. The Reid family has rules, and they can't accept you. You can't use tricks to force them into this. I owe them enough. I don't want to make trouble for them anymore."
"Okay, I promise you, I won't do anything to your family." Jordan's face relaxed a little, and he agreed without hesitation.
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