His eyes flickered with a mad desire to kill, his smile sparse and chilling.
Joy Parker involuntarily shuddered, feeling as if a massive beast had seized her lifeblood, causing goosebumps to rise on her back.
She stared intently at Jordan Guthrie, swallowed, and asked in a low voice, "You're not planning to kill me now, are you?"
Jordan Guthrie didn't speak.
Joy moved to the side, touching her neck that had been choked, and muttered softly, "You could have said so earlier... you've made me so nervous."
Jordan Guthrie's narrow eyes narrowed slightly.
"Joy Parker, is this the real you now?"
Joy retracted her neck a little and gave an awkward smile: "Yeah..."
"Pretending for ten years... How come it didn't kill you?"
Joy moved to the side with a silly smile, feeling that Jordan Guthrie wanted to strangle her again.