My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2311

Although I wanted to make Jordan suffer, my expression was that of a jealous girlfriend. I put on an upset face to indicate that I was sad over him being with other women.

The room suddenly fell into a suffocating silence. The atmosphere was awkward as the tension thickened.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

After an unknown period of time, Jordan cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, I'm not as open as you think."

I raised the corner of my mouth silently, a light of victory flashed in my eyes.

"Oh, Jordan. I haven't even asked you anything, yet you are so eager to explain yourself to me? What are you afraid of? That I might overthink and stop flirting with you?" I snickered to myself.

"Don't worry. Before you fall head over heels with me and your heart is mine, that will never happen."

After a while, I raised my head and looked at him in surprise. "Are you just saying that so I won't be sad?"

Jordan frowned. "What?"

Before he could react, I lowered my head and whispered to myself, "It doesn't matter. It is good enough. Everyone has a past. I have no right to ask you of anything."

My words implied that the pure, innocent Jordan was a playboy who just did not want to admit it.

Not only that, I made myself seem kind and understanding. Anyone hearing it would think I was a pitiful little girl that pined after his love. The ball was in Jordan's court, it was up to him to decide if he wanted to accept me or not.

But the truth was that if he ever dared to reach out, I would bare my fangs and bite down hard.

The most cunning hunters often appeared as prey, didn't they?

"I..." Jordan opened his mouth, as if wanting to say more. But then he suddenly changed his tone and said coldly, "I'm glad you know that I'm not the kind of man that can be thrown around easily."

"Oh, is that how you want to be, Mr. Marshall?"

"Well, it's too late," I said to myself.

Hearing that he intended to draw a clear line between us, I wore my original indifferent expression. I suddenly got up and walked out, "Fine. I guess I was overthinking."

After that, I slammed the door shut.

Outside, Mullen was surrounded by the bodyguards that Jordan had brought over. The atmosphere was tense. When she saw me coming out, her face changed. She stretched her neck and asked loudly, "Are you alfright?"

I turned to look at her and nodded heavily. Then I gave her a calm look so that she would stop worrying.

Soon, Jordan came out too.

I teased him on purpose, "Mr. Marshall, since we're not close, I don't think you need to hold my bodyguard anymore, right?"

Jordan casually glanced over to his men. They immediately understood and made way for Mullen to leave.

"Thank you very much." I thanked him very sincerely and then left with Mullen.

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While walking, I asked her in a low voice, "Are Jordan's men good at fighting? Is it hard for you to protect me alone? Should I hire someone to help you?"

Mullen answered me seriously, "Thank you for your concern, Miss Reid. But there's no need. I didn't take any action because Jordan didn't intend to hurt you. If I got into a scuffle with his men, it'll just create more trouble for you. Otherwise, those men would barely even count as a warm-up for me."

I was speechless at her confidence.

As soon she finished speaking, I heard a slapping noise beside me.

I looked over and saw that it was from Andrea and her team. I immediately squeezed into the crowd.

As expected, the source of the slaps was Andrea throwing continuous slaps toward Hendrix's already swollen face.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, but I could not sit back anymore. When Andrea raised her hand again, I rushed over and stood in front of him.

Hendrix was a lot taller than me. Andrea's slap was aimed at him, so it hit me squarely on the head.

My head went numb. For a moment, I was dazed and could not stand properly.

But fortunately, this time, Hendrix reached out and held me firmly.