My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I nodded and didn't refuse. They immediately helped me stand then went to check on Jordan's situation.

When I went to his side, the soldier, who was by his side, was urgently attending to his leg.

Cyrus explained in a way government officials would speak, "Emily Sherwood is one of the biggest nationwide criminals that we've been tracking for a while now. It's just that there wasn't much proof that could pin her down. It's unfortunate for you both to be caught in the crossfire. Sir, are you holding up well?"

His tone was sincere, and his expression seemed like he really didn't know about Jordan's identity.

This wasn't surprising as Jordan was indeed good at hiding within the country. Not many knew that the merciless Mr. Jordan was wandering freely within the country.

Jordan clenched his teeth and slowly shook his head. "It's no bother."

"That's great. After this, we will send people over and provide protection. Hence, there's no need to worry about Emily coming back," Cyrus added.

"There's no need to," Jordan immediately rejected the offer. "I like my freedom, and I don't like people following me around. I'll get my own bodyguard."

In his line of work, having a security detail from the authorities was just a nice way of saying that he was going to be under surveillance. Of course, Jordan wouldn't want that.

Cyrus was just politely giving lip service and he did not bother insisting. "Alright then, we'll take you guys to a hospital."

After that, there was no more conversation.

Sitting in the cabin of the plane, I didn't even dare to look in Hendrix's direction as I was afraid that Jordan would realise something.

Even so, knowing in my heart that he was here with me, it felt more comforting than ever.

Jordan's wound wasn't as serious as it seemed, but he had to stay at the hospital for half a month.

Winson, who had been following him for the past half month, had been assigned to guard me. He even stood guard outside my bedroom door.

And almost every night, once I shut my eyes, I would see the bodies of the little boy and Raiya. The nightmares were driving me crazy.

The weather was good on this day. The sun was in the sky, driving the cool air away. I sat in front of the French window and basked in the sun Jordan suddenly appeared at my bedroom door.

My peaceful serenity immediately disappeared, and my face turned gloomy.

He walked over step by step, slow and unstable. His wound must have been pulled a little every time he took a step. Hence, his eyebrows furrowed with each step. "I'm back," Jordan exclaimed.

He stood half a meter away from me, his tone calm and indifferent.

"You didn't even bother to visit me during these two weeks." Jordan laughed at himself.

Was he here to question me?

I had nothing to say to him. I immediately got up and was about to leave.

Jordan reached out and grabbed my arms with a hint of tiredness in his eyes. "Do you really not want to see me?"

Instead of speaking, I reached out and slapped him.

Jordan was taken aback. He was

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shocked, and a hint of aggression appeared on his face for a moment, However, it was immediately repressed. He then calmly added, "Alright, you are mad, but stop losing your temper."

I slapped him again, in the same spot, except harder.

Then, I lost control of myself. My hands couldn't stop as I continuously hit his face.

Jordan dodged and tried to stop me. "Okay, okay, Arianna, there are boundaries..."

I didn't listen. I clenched my fists and punched him crazily with all my strength. "Devil, you murderer. You killed a mother and a beautiful life. Why are you not dead?" "Enough, stop it! Arianna!"

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He squeezed my arm in anger, telling me to stop moving, and forced me to look into his eyes. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? Arianna, I was the one who risked my life to save you, but you are blaming me for this?"