My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 2346

I ran into the room, slammed the door, and walked towards the French window.

Jordan quickly pushed the door open and walked in.

He carefully closed the door, came close to my back, and stopped for a moment. His long arms circled me, trying to hold me in his arms.

I stiffened, turned around, and swiftly took a step back to avoid his arms. I did not want him holding me.

Jordan's hands were awkwardly holding up in the air, and he was stunned at my evasion. We exchanged gazes, and he noticed my furious eyes as well.

After a while, he drew back his hands and put them into his pockets. He sighed deeply, "I don't understand what you are angry about."

Of course, he wouldn't understand. Anyone who had a bottom line wouldn't be able to pretend that nothing had happened, especially after seeing her close family working together with an evil person and accepting him as one of them. Why did he think that one sentence would be enough to fix a broken relationship?

He was not doing it for my good, but instead, he was humiliating my family and me.

There was a line between hell and the human world. It was not up to him to do cross- over whenever he wanted. What he did firmly belonged in the realms of hell.

After a long confrontation, Jordan was dissatisfied with my continuous silence. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Your family is reuniting and making peace just like before. Isn't this what you want?"

What I wanted most was that he had never appeared in my life and disappeared from the face of this earth.

Jordan would never have thought of this. In his eyes, he still felt that he could change everything. He was so self-righteous, just like how he wanted to compete with Hendrix, who shared a relationship with me for more than ten years.

I didn't speak as I looked at him as if I was watching a clown put on an act.

Jordan sighed helplessly and asked gloomily, "You still want to be with Hendrix, do you?"

The light shone on his face and the shadows covered most of his expression, but his eyelashes were particularly obvious. They were long and slightly curved, thick and dense. The genes of the Marshall family were indeed excellent.

It was a pity that there wasn't anything good about him other than his looks.

Not long after, he said to himself, "Forget it, I chose to do this anyway. It's not your fault."

After a brief pause, he regained his spirit and raised his head to look at me with eyes full of compromise and expectation. "It's my fault that I didn't do well enough. Maybe it's just like as you said, I haven't learned how to be good to a person. Can you teach me how to do that, Arianna? Teach me the ways to your heart?"

The ones who fell in love first had no pride. They would constantly be in denial and lying to themselves, so the ones they fell for would look at them in the eye.

Bottom lines were meant to be broken through.