"Out of everyone I know, you're the one who hurt me the most!"
When Jordan heard these words, surprise flashed across his eyes but quickly disappeared without a trace, replaced by aggressiveness. "Don't try to reason with me, Arianna. In my world, you are the most unreasonable one. I've been tolerating you long enough. Why do you have to be so ungrateful?"
"Then stop!" While struggling, I touched Jordan's hand. I thought of something right away, so I took off the ring I was wearing and threw it in front of him, "This, I don't need it. I don't need the ring or you! I don't need a controlling freak like you!"
Ding, ding, ding...
The ring fell to the floor, made a few crisp sounds, and then rolled to a stop by the window.
Jordan released me the moment I discarded the ring. His eyes followed the movements of the ring until it stopped. His entire being was transfixed. He stared at the ring on the ground, stupefied.
The silence was like an invisible net weighing down on me, causing fear and uneasiness to well up in my chest.
In this uncertain situation, I wasn't sure if Jordan's tolerance had reached its end. As though abandoning all hope, I surrendered myself to death, "Go ahead and kill me. Make it quick."
Jordan stared at the ring in a daze for a long time. Suddenly, he walked over, picked up the ring, and held it in his palm. Then, he left.
Up till his figure disappeared at the door, I stood still like a statue. It all felt so surreal...
That ring was his only request to me. Despite seeing it cast aside just like that, Jordan unexpectedly didn't respond at all.
Perhaps promises never meant anything to that person.
It wasn't the time to think about these things. I can' t imagine what Jordan might do to Sawyer. Maybe it was already too late, and there was nothing that I could do about it.
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