Chapter 292

After he said that, he shook off my hand, and I froze on the spot. Jordan Bryant turned to Ronald Wright again, eyes cold with suppressed anger, the hostility in his gaze practically dripping out. "Ronald, she's still into you, and yet all you do is play these ridiculous mind games—targeting me, her friends, even her. That kind of insecurity just screams you’re not confident you can keep her.” “Isabella’s only going to get better, brighter, more amazing. You can take me out of the picture, sure, but you can’t stop all the people lining up to fall for her. Sooner or later, she’ll be over you for real and finally open her eyes. I’ll wait for that day—and I’ve got a feeling it’s not that far off.” That hit a nerve—Ronald’s face darkened, like Jordan had just touched something raw. He shot him a sideways glare and pulled me into his arms, hand tight around my waist. "Then wait. Let's see if things really play out the way you hope.” Jordan let out a scoff, gave me one last look, then walked