My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I still refused to look at Jordan, but I suddenly remembered the computer in the room. Gaining a flash of inspiration, I changed my mind, looked at him, and said, "I'm tired, but I can't calm down. If you make me

a bowl of chicken noodle soup, I can consider it."

Jordan smiled but pretended to be serious. He ordered, "Wait upstairs."

Only then did I smile and run upstairs excitedly.

Reaching the door of the room, I felt worried. I turned back to the stairs and looked down. After making sure that Jordan was in the kitchen, I hurried back and closed the door before rushing to pick up the computer.

I was lucky. Jordan didn't shut off his computer, so the screen was in standby mode. When the screen lit up, it showed the dialog box.

I swallowed nervously. After making sure Jordan didn't come back, I scrolled through the chat history.

Sure enough, they were excluding Hendrix from this deal, or he might be their actual target.

I wanted to log into my account to transfer the information, but it would leave a log-in record. If

Jordan came in all of a sudden, I would not be able to delete it.

Anxious, I caught a glimpse of the mail icon on the table, and I instantly understood what I could do.

I clicked on Jordan's email and opened the chat box's interface. After that, I took a screenshot of important chat records on the screen and put it in the email.

I added the words, "It's me, Arianna. I hope that this can come in handy. You don't have to reply!"

After that, I selected the recipient, Hendrix.

Finally, I clicked to send the email.

I deleted the records after that.

I closed the email, aware of the history.

I did it in one shot. It was perfect.

After returning the chat record to its previous interface, I finally felt relieved, breathing a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing?" Jordan's faint voice could be heard.

I felt a chill down my spine as if someone had grabbed hold of me.

I smacked my lips, triying my best to look as calm as possible. I opened the browser secretly, speaking impatiently, "What's wrong? I've been bored the entire day, and yet I can't read the news on the Internet? Do you really think I'm a criminal or something?"

Jordan sat down with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Putting the bowl aside, he took the computer away. After looking through carefully, he found nothing unusual.

"Are you suspecting me?" I spoke in

a sharp tone, "You were the one who brought me here and put the

compute right there. You should et

have told me earlier if you didn't

want me to look at it. Don't treat me like a thief. I'm a human being, not your slave!"

Jordan ignored my words, putting the computer aside with a straight face. Pushing the bowl to the table in front of me, he said, "Eat up."

He was neither annoyed nor angry,

making me feel like I did no damage. If I continued to talk, it would look a little suspicious. I was hungry anyway, so I picked up the utensils and began to eat.

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That night, Jordan still wanted to hold me and sleep. At dawn, he left, taking the laptop away.

I kept thinking about the email. As I wondered if Hendrix had received it, I lost all sleepiness.

At ten o'clock, I was so excited that I felt uncomfortable lying on the bed, so I decided to go out and get some fresh air.

As soon as I went downstairs, I ran into Hendrix, who had just entered the door.

I thought I was dreaming, so I pinched myself hard.

"Ouch." It did hurt. It was not a dream. It was really Hendrix!

Hendrix didn't understand my reaction. Stunned, he asked, "What tricks are you up to again?"