My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 2341

The next second, the violent impact shook the car, and the airbag exploded out, hitting me hard on the head.

Finally, the car hit a big tree and stopped.

Before I lost all consciousness, Jordan's threats as he gnashed his teeth echoed in my ears, "If you die, I will kill your children, Aaron, the Moore Family, and the Reid family. I will kill all of them and send them down to their graves with you!"

I said nothing.

When I regained consciousness, the glare was so intense that I couldn't open my eyes. I almost thought that I was in heaven. When I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar chandelier.

Was I home?

Wanting to see the situation clearly, I turned my head only to see a familiar figure standing in front of a French window.

I might as well turn my face to the other side. What was the use in looking at him?

A moment later, I heard a ghostly cold voice. "Do you not want to see me that much?"

I frowned, wondering if he had eyes behind him or

something.

"You don't have any backbone, do you?" Jordan said again.

I didn't want to talk to him. I kept pretending he was air.

"I'll kill Hendrix."

"You don't have the guts!" I blurted out. After that, I was annoyed to know that I had fallen into his trap.

Jordan sneered as he walked to my bedside. Looking at me coldly, he said, "You already died once, so you don't owe him anything now. You don't have to love him anymore."

"Sorry, I can't do that," I said stubbornly.

Except for private things like taking a shower! He supposedly wanted to help me with it, but at my insistence, he finally found another female caretaker to help me with that.

I was stuck in bed for three days, and almost every night, Jordan would leave for some time. Gradually, his time away grew longer.

On the morning of the fifth day, I woke up as usual. The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, but a man was sitting on a stool beside the bed.

I thought it was Jordan, so I had no intention of talking to him. I turned over, pretending to be asleep.

Soon, the bed behind me sank a little. I thought that Jordan wanted to take advantage of me. As soon as his hand touched me, I said impatiently, "I told you, I don't like being forced like this."

"Arianna." The man's voice was hoarse and low. Who else could it be but Hendrix?

"Honey." He called out to me again and held me tightly in his arms like he wanted to fuse into me.

Was this a dream?