My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2233

He raised his finger and pointed it at the screen behind him. "Look carefully. Apart from that face, Hendrix is no different from me right now. Can you still say you love him?"

Did love have to make sense? Love doesn't make sense at all.

This was something that Jordan would never understand.

Suddenly, I saw through his intentions. Setting Hendrix into his trap wasn't enough to satisfy his perverted desire to destroy us. He wanted more. He didn't want Hendrix to be loved. He didn't want Hendrix to be cared for. He wanted Hendrix to turn into a monster just like him.

"So what? It's his face that I love so dearly. Can't I do that?"

Seeing his grin disappear, I decided to go all out to infuriate him until he broke. "What? Are you planning to replace your face with his and try to live his life? Hmm, let me think about that. So, you think of yourself as God, but you can't even look at yourself in the mirror, am I right?"

His face changed again. Now, he looked dark and gloomy, like a rainy day in June. He seemed unpredictable right now. "You think you're so smart, don't you?"

"Am I wrong?" I insisted. "You're the one trying to see through other people's hearts. Shouldn't you know better? Anything above your personal goals comes from greed and desire. You can't stand seeing Hendrix being loved, not because you want him to have a better life, nor do you intend to be his 'savior' by trying to expel all desires on behalf of God. Love is endless. It will not smother. In a nutshell, you're just jealous. Jealous of him for having everything that you can't have!"

"Smash!"

Jordan flung the wine glass towards the ground. The bright red liquid mixed in with the shattered pieces of glass. Bloody and dangerous, just like his face right now.

I stiffened my neck and stopped talking. It would do more harm than good to go overboard with him now. Taking another step to provoke him wouldn't benefit me either way.

The atmosphere remained quiet. He looked like he had nothing more to say.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

It was time to leave.

Standing up, I picked up my handbag and looked at Jordan, who was immersed in his own thoughts. I once again showed my determination.

I walked straight towards the door. To my surprise, I was stopped by Jordan's assistant.

"Mr. Marshall?" The assistant asked respectfully.

Turning around, I noticed that

Jordan didn't even turn to look. He simply stretched out his hand and gestored for his assistant to let me go.

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The assistant understood his order and retreated to the side of the room. I walked out.

I only relaxed after the doors to the elevator were shut tight.

Jordan wouldn't be unable to

understand the intent behind my last message to him. If he wanted to completely destroy Hendrix, he had to release him. As long as he returned safely, there would still be a way to resolve everything peacefully.

Jordan might not react as I hoped he would. However, right now, I had to put all my eggs into one basket.

"Hendrix, come home. This is all I can do for now."