I raised my eyebrows and said, "It seems like your people don't like me very much."
Jordan smiled faintly, "I don't need them to like you. You only have to know that I like you, and that's enough."
"That sounds a little disgusting. Can't you speak normally?" I shrank my neck, shivered in disgust, then avoided him when he tried coming closer.
Jordan seemed to be in a good mood, so he didn't argue with me this time. He just got up, pulled me up, and led me out through another door that led to the villa rooftop.
It was very cold during winter in Jarold City, especially at night. It looked like it was about to snow, and the wind was strong at the top of the mountain. Whenever the cold wind blew, my legs would tremble. I couldn't help but hold myself tightly and stomped my feet to try to keep myself warm.
Jordan was a gentleman. He immediately took off his coat and put it on me.
My body felt warmer right away. I stood still and checked on my surroundings.
We were standing on the highest point of the rooftop. Looking down, besides the brightly lit villa that was in a distance and the dim yellow lights on the mountainside, there was only darkness.
I put my hand close to my mouth and blew out some hot air. I couldn't help but ask, "What are we doing here?"
Jordan smiled inexplicably, turned around, walked to the mahogany chair next to him, and sat down. He did not say anything, but looked at the sky with his head tilted, as if he was enjoying the moment very much.
It was so late at night. Did he bring me there just for a talk?
If that was his real intention, he must really like suffering.
Of course, I would be 100 times more willing if it was with Hendrix.
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