###Chapter 11 Take It Back

When she arrived at Nicole's ward, she saw that Nicole was already asleep. There was another middle-aged woman in the ward, a nurse hired by Jordan. When she saw Ivelle, she simply said hello. This meant that Jordan asked her to stay here to take care of Nicole. Since that's the case, Ivelle knew that she won't stay much.

When she got out of the hospital, Ivelle took a taxi back to the villa.

She tossed and turned all night, it was already early morning when she woke up. Maybe it was because she was pregnant. She was still a little sleepy and she went back to her bedroom. She was so sleepy that she went straight to bed.

Vaguely, she was awakened by a strong smell of cigarettes and vaguely saw the dark shadow that was sitting by the bed. Ivelle was startled and she woke up a little bit. She saw that it was Jordan

She didn't know when he came back, the bedroom was filled with thick smoke, the doors and windows were closed and there were burning cigarettes between his slender fingers. Ivelle didn't know how much he smoked but there should be a lot of them.

"You're back." Ivelle opened her mouth, sat up straight, and looked up at him.

He never smoked and at that moment he was smoking so much in his bedroom, Ivelle was thinking that there was something wrong.

He did not speak, but his pair of black eyes fell on Ivelle. It was deep and bottomless, she could not understand him. The smell of smoke in the room was so strong that she could not breathe, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed to open the window.

He sat on the sofa, and as she passed him, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, he wrapped his hands around her in fear.

"Jordan!" Although Ivelle didn't know why he acted like this all of a sudden, she really didn't like his smell. She struggled a few times but he didn't let go.

She quieted down and looked back at him. "Have you been drinking?" Ivelle didn't notice it just now but when she got close to him, Ivelle found that he smelled of alcohol.

"Do you hate me?" He suddenly asked that was why she could not understand the words he uttered. As she looked at him, she saw that he frowned. His thin lips had fine scraps of beard. He might be too busy recently that was why he did not deal with it.

"Yes!" Ivelle answered, she reached out to break his hug around her. She was trying to break free from his arms but he clung to her as if he had a firm heart.

Ivelle was a little confused by him. She looked at him and said, "Jordan, what's the matter with you?"

"Will you take me back?" His black eyes fell on her, maybe because he was drunk that was why he said that. His eyes were a little blurred.

She didn't know what he was talking about for a moment. Ivelle wondered, "Take back what?"

He looked at her, he stopped talking, his palm began to explore, and she naturally knew what he was going to do.

Out of instinct, she held his hand and frowned. "Jordan, I am Ivelle. I am not Nicole, you need to see it clearly."

Without saying a word, he picked me up directly, and the tiny kisses on hers swept along with the smell of alcohol, hurriedly, and violently.

"Jordan, I am Ivelle! Take a good look." Ivelle was a little freaked out, she held his face in her hands, she was trying to make him see her clearly.

With a little tiredness in his eyes, he looked at Ivelle for a few seconds and then uttered a word faintly, "Mm-hmm!" He tore off the only material she had on her.

He had been wearing a suit and it became wrinkled. His coat was left at the foot of the bed, the only white shirt on his body was torn apart by him and when Ivelle saw him beginning to unbelt, she suddenly woke up from her trance, she was reminded of the child in her belly.

While he was taking off his belt, Ivelle suddenly pushed him out of bed, pulled the quilt over her body. She looked at him and said, "Jordan, you are drunk."

With that, Ivelle went straight out of the bedroom.

After she put on clothes, she went out and stayed here. She was afraid for her child.