I couldn't be bothered to listen to him. I left angrily and went upstairs to my room.
The next day, when it was time for breakfast, Jordan regained his sophisticated and conceited appearance. He sat quietly at the dining table like a noble prince. However, the wounds on his face and lips proved how terrible it was the night before.
Just like he had said, I preferred to ignore his existence. Even if we were sitting at the same table, I won't even take a glance at him.
"What do you want to do today?" Jordan asked.
I didn't answer and silently ate what was on the plate.
Seeing that I wasn't speaking, Jordan looked up and glanced at me. He then uttered indifferently, "You will understand, sooner or later, that I'm doing this for your own good. No one knows where Emily has gone. With my people around, there would be a pair of eyes on you everywhere you go. At least the same incident won't happen again."
I was beyond mad as I threw down the knife and fork. "Can you stop using that nonsense of yours to brainwash me? Isn't it enough that I'm being watched at home? Don't you think it's suffocating for me having people following me everywhere I go? Why won't you just take a knife and slice my throat? The ending would be the same then."
Jordan put down his knife and fork and explained slowly, "This is just a temporary measure. You'll regain your freedom when I've settled the score with Emily."
"You are going to kill people again, aren't you?" I sneered. "This fight is between the both of you. Don't involve me in it. No matter how nicely you say it, it can't cover up your hypocritical heart."
I spat out, "In fact, there is no need to make a choice. If you really wanted the best for me, you will respect my choice, and let me go back to Hendrix. You'll leave our sights for good. But since you refuse, then you are selfish. You wish to take the happiness of others and forever put yourself first. For this, you don't even hesitate to dangle me as bait and make me a target in everyone's eyes. Your love is terrifying."
Picking up a napkin to wipe my mouth, I looked at him calmly and exclaimed, "I don't think I need to enjoy that kind of love."
After that, I got up and went upstairs, refusing to stay any longer.
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