###Chapter 105 Jordan Does Not Love You

His heart hurt and his face was very gloomy. "You and I are the same, Ivelle. You can't deny it. Jordan doesn't love you, you know that very well."

His eyes fell on my belly and his eyes became cold and heartless. "This child is not as beautiful as you expect. As for Maisie, you know better that she will leave one day, so you, like me, will be isolated islands. In that case, why don't you want to be with me? Whatever you want, I will give it to you. We will form a small family together, just like before. Isn't it good to live a quiet life together in the courtyard of Primrose?"

My wrist hurt so much because of his tight and unrelenting grip. I curled my lips and tried pulling my hand back, but it was useless. I looked up at him and knew that he had issues with me. "Liam, there are many people in the world who can be with you. Why does it have to be me? Would you please leave me alone?"

He sneered with a painful look on his face. "You don't understand!"

I understood that the lonely and dark soul in his heart would not be able to be with me, no matter what happens. He couldn't let me go, not because of love, but because he thought that I would be like my grandmother. No matter how annoying he became, he will not let him go. Primrose' small yard will always be his home.

The heart did not belong here and he was lonely.

Vaguely aware of the light, I could not help but look back at the door of the house. I saw Jordan's dark and cold eyes looked at me and Liam.

I withdrew my hand and distanced myself from Jordan. It was instinctive. I knew I didn't have to do this. Maybe Jordan didn't even care at all.

But all this had become a habit and couldn't be changed.

Looking at Liam once again, I shouted at him, "Go away! I buried my grandmother in Crestwood cemetery. If you miss her, go and see her grave."

After a moment, he looked at me. His face was cold and a little lonely and rebellious.

"Liam, a lot of things have already passed and we can't go back anymore. Each of us has to look forward in life. Whenever we look back again, there is nothing we can do but feel grief."

I haven't been back in the alley of Primrose since our grandmother left. I know that I was alone in this world.

No matter how much I struggled to succeed by myself, it was still futile. It was nothing more than being picked up from the ground and thrown into the dustbin.

Instead of going to see Liam, I went straight to the villa.

I didn't come back for half a month, yet everything's the same here. In fact, there were even more flowers and colors inside the house.

Marcela had been missing me a lot recently. When she saw me, she couldn't help looking at Jordan, who followed her, teased and said, "You two have been gone for more than half a month, and the family almost seemed like it was gone forever."

After a pause, she sighed. "But it's a good thing we're all back."

It was hot in the afternoon and I was restless with the dry weather. I didn't talk much, but I was a little sleepy during this time. I simply said a few words and went back to the bedroom.

Jordan followed me. I still didn't open my mouth. I just climbed into bed and closed my eyes to prepare to rest.

I thought Jordan would say something or lose his temper, but he didn't say anything around me. Soon. the room became very quiet.

A moment later, I noticed that I had collapsed a little bit in the bed, and then I felt like I was being pulled into someone's arms.

It wasn't long before I heard the sound of his shallow breathing, and it didn't take much time before I fell asleep.

It was originally an afternoon nap. After sleeping for almost an hour, I woke up and opened my eyes to Jordan's handsome facial features.

I didn't move. I just looked at him quietly and studied his features.

How long had it been since I looked at him like that?

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at my eyes. I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"You're awake?" He opened his mouth, but as soon as he woke up, his voice was a bit hoarse. He raised his hand and stroked the short hair on my forehead and tucked it behind my ear. Just like that, he also looked at me quietly.

I was looking at him a little bit conscious. I coughed and propped up my arm to get up. He tugged me by the waist and . "Where are you going?"

"Get up!" He moved and my body was pinned down by him.

I twisted my eyebrow and told him, "Jordan, let go!"

Indifferent, he pressed me on the bed and slipped his hand on my lower abdomen. I had a faint feeling in my five-month-old belly.

He seemed to feel the movement of the child in his belly. There was a smile on his handsome face and he raised his voice. "He seems to be moving!"

He looked like a child at that moment, and I couldn't help laughing, "Okay fine! I want to get up!"

While he was in high spirits, he propped me up, leaned me against the head of the bed and motioned me to lie down. Half-tilting his head, he pressed his ear against my belly.

For a while, he smiled with the corners of his mouth, looked at me and said, "Do you feel bad whenever he moves?"

I supported his forehead and was left a little speechless by his question. Sure enough, men's intelligence about pregnancy could be really lacking.

"If you're really curious, you can read books about pregnancy, and maybe you can learn something about what I'm going through." I got up propped up and we got ready to get out of bed.

He hugged me from behind and said, "Let's lie down a little longer!"

I raised my hand to push him, lowered my eyes and fell on his arm. I could not help wringing my eyebrow. There were some scars on his arm and I could see that they were basically scratched. The wounds have fallen off but the scars were still visibly red.

Seeing that, my body turned stiff. He noticed my eyes and withdrew his hand for a moment. He suddenly asked, "What do you want to eat later?"

I couldn't answer him. Then came a long silence.

As if worrying about what I was thinking, he sat next to me, took my hand, touched it carefully, and looked at me intimately. It seemed like he wanted to tell me all about it, but it was a long story.

"Was it to protect Nicole?" It may be too straightforward to ask, but I really couldn't think of anything else to ask.

Once I finally noticed what was wrong with him, he looked slightly upset. I withdrew my hand and sighed slightly. "I'm going to take a shower!"

No answer might be the best answer. Compared to hearing him tell me that all the injuries on his body were related to Nicole, I would rather know nothing.

I think I'd rather be a fool. When it came to being hurt, it was better to know nothing.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to bed. He looked at me firmly and said, "Do you still feel bad?"

When I looked at him, I couldn't help but be shocked, "What's making me so uncomfortable?"

"My wounds!"

I bowed my head, smiled at the corners of my mouth and shook my head. "No, you told me before that your life or death is no longer my business."

I knew that it would make him angry. We have always tried avoiding quarrels yet our issues always come to the surface.

He looked at me with deep eyes and said, "Ivelle, you didn't really take me to your heart, did you?"

"Yes!" I nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable, exhaled and avoided his cold eyes. "When Grandpa asked me to marry you, at first I liked you because you met the criteria for all girls to find husbands, which was being handsome and rich."

"When I first met you, I had fantasies about being in love, so I married you gratefully. But after a long time, I found myself just imagining wishfully."

Nicole Blakeley had already defeated me.