My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 2367

I pinched my nose shut in disgust and watched him fall onto the sofa. Only then, did I see the scars on his face and that the corner of his lips was swollen.

Did he get beaten up outside?

However, I didn't ask about it, knowing that this self-righteous guy would probably think that I was asking because I was concerned about him.

He leaned back on the sofa and relaxed. He opened his heavy eyelids and glanced at me, then loosened the tie around his neck.

After taking it off, he threw it aside and put both his hands on his knees. Then he covered his face and rubbed his hands up and down to ease the discomfort caused by the alcohol. Finally, he kept his mouth and nose covered, only revealing his eyes, and said slowly, "You don't even care one bit about why I am like this, do you?"

Why should I care?

I didn't say anything but just looked at him with curious eyes.

Unlike his usual gentleman-like demeanor, Jordan looked extremely distressed and careless. This was probably the first time I'd seen him this way.

"I laid my cards out with Stanley." After abruptly throwing out this statement, he spread out his arms and lay back against the sofa. With tipsy misty eyes, he looked at me and waited for my response.

I was indeed surprised by his words. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. I'd never expected him to do something like this.

"And?" The bruises on his face and the fact that he came back alive had already proven everything. However, I just wanted to know how he was beaten by Stanley.

Jordan laughed at himself and looked forward with a blank expression like he was speaking of somebody else. "I was rejected, of course."

"And I was also given a hard beating that nearly broke my bones."

"That's right. Since they aren't broken yet, it seems like Stanley still cares. He didn't immediately kill you," I intentionally provoked him.

As long as Jordan was dead, there wouldn't be anyone else that would hold onto Hendrix anymore.

But soon, I realized that it was not feasible. Whether it was Rosalie or Stanley, Jordan was special to them. They wouldn't just sit back and watch him die.

If we were to be completely at peace, we had to catch them all.

Just as I was immersed in my thoughts, Jordan's voice rang out, "Do you want to kill me again?"

"Yes, indeed. I can't help but long for you to beg for your life as I peel off your skin."

"That's good. I'd rather you loathe me than have you ignore my existence."