Jordan Guthrie lowered his head to glance at her before his gaze shifted to the door, his voice indifferent, "You and her, you're not the same."
Nina really wanted to ask him how exactly they were different.
But she didn't dare to ask, afraid the answer would be something she didn't want to know.
She asked gloomily, "If Nina did what Sister Joy did, would Brother Jordan also search for Nina like this?"
A chill surfaced on Jordan Guthrie's delicate and handsome face, his fingers slowly caressed Nina's hair as he said warmly, "Nina, best not even think about such a hypothesis."
His slender fingers glided over her fragile neck, bringing a chilling sensation that made her heart shiver, and she even felt that in the next second, Jordan Guthrie might be squeezing her throat.
She knew that to someone like Jordan Guthrie, the least tolerable thing was betrayal.
