My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"What?" I doubted if I was in a dream once again.

How long had it been since Hendrix spoke to me in a tone like this?

Taking a deep breath, Hendrix stood up straight. Lowering his head, he said coldly, "The email from last night."

I instantly held my breath, looking at him in confusion. For a moment, I was caught in selfblame.

He should have known how much risk I had to take to get that information. Yet he was questioning me now as if I had fooled him. What was the meaning of this?

Could it be that my trust in him during this period of time was simply me flattering myself?

"What email?" Jordan suddenly came from the living room with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Drinking half of the alcohol, he put his other hand on my shoulder without hesitation, saying casually, "Mind if I listened too?"

I knew I was in the wrong, so I couldn't say a word.

Hendrix couldn't suppress his anger, and his words were sarcastic. "I don't know what tricks both of you are playing, but I'm not interested in getting involved. This is the first and last time you'll be testing me with fake news."

How could it be fake news?

I looked at Jordan in shock, and the corners of his mouth curled into a confident smile. The smile on his face was faint, but it could not hide his arrogance. It was clear that he was not surprised by this outcome That meant that the information I stole a night ago was likely a trap placed by Jordan. His purpose was to find out how much contact I still had with Hendrix.

How devious he was.

He deliberately exposed the conversation, feigned nervousness, then stole the computer. I had been acting all this while. I had not expected him to play me instead.

I underestimated him.

What about Hendrix? Since he knew that the address was fake, he should have found a way to warn me about Jordan. How could he have an attitude like this?

It was as if he had determined that Jordan and I were in cahoots.

He told me many times before, but I never believed it. There was no way he would be tempted by Jordan's plan.

I closed my lips tightly, trying to keep calm as I said, "I had no idea if the address was real or not."

"Do I look like an idiot to you?" Hendrix almost immediately retorted, his voice cold.

As I spoke Hooked at Jordan, who

was beside me. He said

ambiguously, "We're living together

now.

1. No

wonder Arianna changed

her mind so quickly and intended to go against me."

Jordan seized the opportunity to hug me even tighter. He shrugged, which irritated everyone. After that, silence prevailed.

I quickly broke away from him,

rolling my eyes in disgust. Then, looked at Hendrix and said sincerely, "You should believe me, Hendrix. You will, right?"

Jordan had already seen through my betrayal, so I didn't need to keep pretending. In this case, it was better to be frank and show my sincerity, so I could at least get a positive answer from Hendrix.

Hendrix suddenly sneered as he asked, "Do you want to know my answer?"

I nodded. "You should have given me the answer a long time ago."

Jordan stepped forward and stood side by side with me, the smile on his face fading away. "I want to know as well."

Hendrix laughed before suddenly becoming indifferent. He said naturally, "All right then. Let's play a game. Show me your hands."

I failed to keep up with his train of thought. "A Game?"