My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2384

No, I just want people like you to completely disappear from my world.

Needless to say, I didn't tell him that.

I lowered my head and allowed his imagination to run wild.

Sometimes, people die from their own unrealistic expectations.

After a while, Jordan regained his composure. He took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me.

I peeked at it. I didn't know what he was up to, so I didn't take it.

Seeing this, Jordan raised his hand higher and extended it even further, "Sawyer left this behind."

As I still looked doubtful, he explained, "You can believe whatever you want. Countless lives have already died in my hands, adding another one wouldn't make any difference. There's no point in me denying if I really did it. Sawyer's death had nothing to do with me."

With that, under my sharp gaze, he bent down to place the piece of paper on the table and walked off.

It wasn't until his figure had completely disappeared from sight that I took a deep breath and calmed down. I held back my tears and picked up the paper from the table.

I sobbed the moment I saw Sawyer's familiar handwriting.

"I'm going to accompany my wife. I've let her wait too frequently in this lifetime. I hope we'll get to meet at the right moment in the next life." Three lines that contained innumerable guilt and longing.

Their days together had been filled with happiness for the past few years. If not for this accident, I could imagine how they would have loved and supported each other, living a harmonious life.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I wished that happy endings were not fictional, that misfortunes were instead. At this moment, I wished too that I could forget their ill-fated story, so I could convince myself that they were living happily ever after somewhere.

But the letter in my hand painfully reminded me that they were gone from this earth, from my life...

Well, at least no one can separate them there, wherever they were now.

It took me a long time to pull myself out of my grief. I went upstairs, washed my face, stored the letter in the cab, and changed into casual

clothes.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I knew that it was time.

I took out my phone and opened the contacts list. I dialed the only number that was saved in it.

I soon heard Jordan's voice, "I thought you would never call this number?"

Seriously? There was only one number saved on this phone when he gave it to me.

"Where are you?" I wasn't in the mood to joke around with him. I got straight to the point and said, "I've thought it through. I want to become the real Mrs. Jordan."

After a moment of silence, Jordan asked in an uncertain tone, "Are you sure?"

"That's how it is for the time being, but I may change my mind at any point," said unreasonably, "Anyway, I'd like to learn more about you for now. If you're still willing, come pick me-up."

"Of course, I'd love to," Jordan paused and said hesitantly, "But not

today. There are a few very important guests that I need to attend to in person. I'll be abroad for the next seven days."

"I think this is a good opportunity to introduce me. Don't you think so threw out the bait, "Of course, if you're confident that I won't change my mind within these seven days, you may do as you

like."

I hung up the phone without waiting for Jordan's reply.

Then, I texted Cyrus's men, "It's time. Please make sure to track my location."

Just as I sent the text message, I received a reply from Jordan, "Get changed and wait for me at home."

I coolly glanced at these words and finally walked around the whole house. I took another look at the home that belonged to Hendrix and me, then sat down in the living room to wait patiently.