Chapter 77

Hearing that voice, I couldn’t help but lift the corners of my lips and turn around—there he was, sprinting toward me like his life depended on it. He had on a crisp white shirt, top buttons undone casually, sleeves rolled up to reveal his fair, toned forearms. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge, and sweat was trickling down his forehead. No doubt he'd run all the way here. "Jordan!" I called out, voice trembling with excitement, a big smile blooming across my face. I almost teared up. Just as I stepped forward to meet him, my arm was suddenly yanked back—Ronald had grabbed hold of me. I turned my head and glared at Ronald. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" His striking face was stormy, eyes glinting with a sharp intensity. Instead of letting go, he pulled me hard into his arms, ignoring my cry and struggling. He just stared daggers at Jordan, expression colder than ice. Jordan stopped right in front of us now, his good-looking face unusually dark, losing t