My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2325

lan had to end the call so he said, "I have something to deal with over here. I'll call you another day."

"Bye-bye..." He hung up before I could finish my sentence.

lan's days seemed to have become much more fulfilling. This was good. Having goals in life would make it much more interesting to live.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I put down my phone and took a sip of the coffee that was at just the right temperature. I looked at the view outside the window and got lost in thought.

Jordan was avoiding me like the plague. How can I make him insanely jealous?

At this time, an old lady was walking on the opposite side of the road with her dog on a leash. She walked very slowly as she had the leash in one hand and a walking stick in the other. A plastic bag that had the logo of a supermarket hung on her walking stick, inside were a few oranges. A young man holding his skateboard passed by and had accidentally cut through the old lady's plastic bag. The oranges kept falling out but went unnoticed by the old lady, probably due to her age-related hearing deficiency. After taking a few steps forward, her Labrador was desperately trying to walk back. The old lady was initially tugging at the leash. When she couldn't get her dog to budge, she turned around and found that the oranges had fallen on the ground. She then went back to pick them up.

The scene warmed my heart. I thought to myself that maybe I should raise a few dogs in the future.

I shifted my gaze and an idea flashed through my mind. I looked at the old lady and the dog once again. I finally had a plan.

Why haven't I thought of it earlier? Jordan can turn a blind eye to me, but he will never let go of any chance to monitor Hendrix. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come so fast to the lounge on the set.

Then, I shall utilize this fact to my advantage.

"Hello, bill please!"

I cheerfully paid the bill and gave a tip. In a good mood, I chatted with the owner, "Boss, your coffee is really unique!"

"Thank you. I'll give you a homemade dessert the next time you come," Having been affected by my good mood, the chubby owner was elated.

"I will," I smiled gratefully, opened the door and walked onto the street.

The old lady was no longer on the other side of the road. The air was particularly fresh. I stretched and stopped a taxi. I decided to strike while the iron was still hot. "Grand Nonagon, thank you."

I will definitely achieve my goal. I must sleep with Hendrix.

I requested the specific location of Hendrix's new home from Tobias. Upon arriving, I rang the doorbell.

Ding dong! The bell echoed.

I crossed my arms and tapped my fingers. I was looking forward to Hendrix's expression upon seeing me.

After waiting for a while, footsteps could be heard coming from the inside. The door was pulled open, and the person who appeared was... "Andrea?" She was living with Hendrix?

Andrea was only wearing a black spaghetti strap top. She wasn't surprised to see me. She just glanced at me impatiently and then took a step back. She was about to slam the door shut.

Fortunately, I was quick-witted. I

rushed forward to block it with my body to avoid getting left outside. However, I didn't gauge my strength well and ended up banging the door open. The scene inside the room was completely exposed.

Hendrix had taken off his coat and wore an apron. He was cleaning up rubbish in the living room. On the sofa next to him, a handsome and charming man was lying down while only wearing underwear, revealing his fair and muscular physique. He was eating potato chips.

This...was just weird.

A threesome?

Sorry. Forgive me for overthinking things.

Everyone in the room was looking at me. This made me, the person who uncovered the supposed "misconduct", feel a little embarrassed.

In the end, Andrea got impatient. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and berated, "If you want to come in, do it fast. With the time that you're wasting, the paparazzi will be coming up with an entire album of photos."

From the reflection of a mirror in the room, I noticed something strange. I turned my head and saw seven to eight reporters equipped with DSLR cameras hiding behind plants, taking photos of us. One of them even went as far as to have an assistant set up the lighting.

Um, can these people stop taking sneak shots so openly like this...

Before I could react, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind me to pull me into the house and then quickly closed the door.