My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2372

From the beginning to the end, Jordan had always known about my feelings for Hendrix. It was just that he arrogantly thought his charm surpassed that of Hendrix's. He thought he could change me, change love and change the world. It was just a fool's daydream.

It looked like Rosalie's death not only heavily affected me but also made Jordan realize that continuing this game would only make him lose everything.

But after he finished speaking, Jordan did not take any further action. He just stored his gun away, picked up Rosalie's dead body, turned around, and walked out.

Looking at the two figures, one dead and the other injured, Jordan's scattered hopes were like a tangible fire. It seemed that this was no longer a matter of the distant future.

Giving up on the goal that was only a step away from completion was more pitiful than stopping halfway.

At the decisive moment, equipped with a gambler's mentality, Jordan would have definitely gone all in even if it resulted in his own cruel

death.

Hendrix's actions became clearer. It was just a matter of time for him to be backed into a corner. If Jordan were to withdraw now, he might still be able to make it out alive.

However, I was rather looking forward to him carrying on with his unreasonable stubbornness.

Not all mistakes should be given a chance to be rectified.

That night, Jordan did not return.

The next day, I was awoken by some noise downstairs. I was no longer able to go back to sleep after that.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Wrapped in my sleeping robe, I got out of bed, then pulled the curtains open. I was about to scold Jordan's newly appointed guards when I discovered that there was a conflict going on with the four guards and another man. Sawyer!

I ran downstairs in my robe without a second thought

As I pass by the door, one of the men was asking Jordan for instructions over the phone. "Mr. Jordan, a man by the name of Sawyer Clark is causing a ruckus. How should we deal..."

I stopped, grabbed the phone, and announced loudly to the microphone, "This is my family affair. I'll drive him away. You'd better not intervene." Having said what I wanted, I hung up without waiting for Jordan's reply, threw the phone in the guard's direction, and hurried to save Sawyer. "What are you doing? Let him go. I'm telling you to release him! Do you hear me?"

Seeing these people unwilling to let go, I immediately took the initiative to hit their hands in an attempt to get them to release Sawyer. They didn't dare to hurt me, thus they could only stare as I dragged Sawyer into the house.

After entering the house, I vaguely heard them consulting with Jordan about something. I was used to this and did not bother to stop them.

I let go of Sawyer in the living room. We looked at each other without saying a word.

Raiya's funeral had been held a week

ago. I wasn't able to attend it as I was being strictly guarded by

Jordan's subordinates. However et

from the short video that I saw on the news, I could see that the Hathaway family and Raiya's child were suffering and grieving.

That incident was called a retaliatory move against ignorant society, for the murderer was an unfortunate victim of the country's economic poverty, whose voice and pleas had gone unheard.

Only I knew that she died for my sake.

Sawyer seemed to be in a good state of mind, but no one truly knew how much agony he was hiding under his calm appearance. I didn't even have the courage to say, "I'm sorry, I killed your wife."

Having spent a few years in the field of business, Sawyer's honed skills in interpreting body language allowed him to swiftly decipher something from my expression.

"Raiya didn't blame you." His voice was much hoarser than before. Although he tried his best to keep his composure, I still noticed a degree of restraint.

Hearing her name brought me back to the scene of the incident. Instantly, I was there again. I stood behind her and watched as she was soaked in blood.