0.97 The Truth Behind His Past

Jared looked around the large living room which was decorated with different ages of historical artefacts. 

He was impressed by the simple yet captivating decor in Ariana's home.

He hadn't expected such from her, he had expected it to be filled with a lot of bright colours and flashy designs but this was just modest and straightforward.

He smiled without even knowing.

"I didn't know you were a historical fan," he teased lightly when he noticed her eyes on him.

"And I didn't know you were a thug," she said sharply with that sweet smile on her face.

Jared's face dropped at her words, not at all pleased by the term she called him. This was what he was trying to avoid.

"I am not a thug, Ariana," he let out gently while looking down at her white carpet.

"Enlighten me, Mr Antiano," she said and plopped down on the sofa with her eyes still on him.