###Chapter 118 Jordan Smashed The Door Directly

When I hung up with Jon, I didn't want to go back to the villa, so I just took a taxi to Porterdale apartment.

My heart was so blocked that I just turned off my cell phone, locked the door, and went to sleep in my apartment.

I had a headache. I was half awake all the time. The door was smashed so loudly that all the drowsiness I was finally having was quarreled away.

As soon as he came out of the bedroom, the door had been smashed open, and Jordan frowned and stood at the door.

I saw that my face was very pale and my voice was low. "How did you get here?"

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" He asked.

I pinched the center of my eyebrow and said faintly, "I Turned off the phone. And please fix the door!" With that, I went into the bedroom and continued to try to sleep.

Lying in bed, I was completely awake, staring at the ceiling and began to be in a daze again.

Jordan came in and saw me in a daze with my eyes open. He pulled me out of bed and said, "Get up and have something to eat!"

"I'm not hungry!" I'm really not hungry.

He wrung his eyebrows and lowered his voice. "Why did you suddenly come to Porterdale apartment?"

"If I want to come, I can come!"

"Ivelle!" He loudens his voice. "I can understand your annoyingness, but can you at least let me know why? Don't make me guess, will you?"

His voice was a little hoarse, audible and tired.

Like this, I seem to be a little ungrateful.

Looking at him, I was distracted and looked at him and said, "Jordan, the child in Nicole's belly, have you ever been distressed?"

He frowned. "It's been a long time!"

I nodded. "I know. I'm just asking." At this point, I can't help it, I said, "If she aborted the child, will you feel bad?"

"Ivelle! Who did you see today?"

I had such a bad headache that I didn't want to talk. I leaned my head against his chest and said, "It's all over, it doesn't matter!"

The temperature in the air dropped a few degrees. I knew he was angry and closed his eyes.

The phone rang and it was his. I automatically sat up straight, left his arms, was pressed back by him, and then answered the phone.

"What's the matter?" He opened his mouth and put the phone on speaker.

"Jordan, I recently accepted my mother's company in Hempstead. I will come tomorrow. Do you have time? Can you pick me up at the airport?" It's Nicole.

I moved my head and found a comfortable place in his arms.

Listening to Jordan's shallow voice, "There is something going on in the company tomorrow. I'll ask someone to pick you up."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, with a loss in her voice. "Jordan, can't we even be friends now?"

Jordan gasped, probably feeling uncomfortable.

I tilted my head, opened my eyes and looked at him and said to the phone, "He's going to accompany me for antenatal examination tomorrow. Miss Nicole, please don't embarrass my husband."

Jordan closed his hand tightly. I looked at him and saw that he sighed helplessly and I said on the phone, "If you asked properly, he will pick you up tomorrow."

Then he hung up the phone and put his chin in my face. The residue of his beard made me feel bad. He wouldn't let me hide. He looked at me and said, "Are you declaring war?"

"No?"

With that, he got up and got out the bedroom.

In the living room and on the table, Jordan cooked pasta and looked delicious.

He saw me staring at the table in a daze, he went behind me and said, "The book says pregnant women have a sensitive taste, so I didn't put much chili peppers. Do you want to try it?"

When I looked up at him, I always felt as if I was trapped in a dream, a dream that I exchanged lives with Nicole.

After two years of marriage with Jordan, he has never taken such gentle care of me.

In the past, he was gentle to Nicole, all of a sudden it is me. It felt unreal and unreconciled.

I was dragged by him to sit on the table, ate a few mouthfuls, the taste is very good, my heart was piled up, how can I not eat.

Seeing that I ate a few mouthfuls and then stopped eating, he frowned, "Not to my taste?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm just not hungry!"

"Eat some more, or you'll feel sick when you get hungry at night." While he was talking, he got up and went to the refrigerator and brought me milk.

That night, Jordan stayed with me in Porterdale apartment.

The next day.

I fell asleep, sensed the movement around me, and opened my eyes to see Jordan getting dressed.

When he saw me wake up, he said, "Did I wake you?"

I shook my head, lying in bed and didn't want to move. My voice was a little hoarse. "Are you going to the office?"

He nodded. "Well, Brad will bring breakfast later, and you will have a rest after eating. I'll pick you up at noon to take you to the hospital for antenatal examination."

After explaining, he dropped a kiss on my forehead, then wore a tie and went out.

Very strange, these days, Jordan is very kind to me and takes good care of me, but I think he is far away from me.

Maisie called and asked me to pick her up at the airport, saying that she carried too many things and that she needed a car.

I had nothing to do, so I took a taxi to Jordan's car. Maisie hadn't arrived when I got to the airport.

So, I parked my car in the parking lot and sat in the pick-up hall waiting.

I was not surprised to see Jordan at the airport. I sat in the hall and looked at him.

I took out my cell phone and called Jordan.

Watching Jordan get on the phone, I said, "Where are you?"

"Airport." He opened his mouth and paused and said, "I can't get away from you. I'll pick someone at the airport."

Somehow, I breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't lie to me, did he?

"Look ahead!" I opened my mouth, staring at his direction.

Facing his eyes, he frowned slightly. "Why did you come to the airport?"

"Maisie's plane is at 11:30. I came to pick her up!" I opened my mouth, looked at him and saw that he said Nicole is calling. "Do you want me to come and say hello to Nicole?"

Jordan seemed a little angry and said on the phone, "No!"

Then he spit out a few words and said, "Stay here. I'll be right back!"

With that, he hung up the phone and happily went out of the airport hall.

I sat in the hall, my heart is still a little uncomfortable, in fact, it is Mr. Hastings's business for Jordan to pick her up, this is normal.

Originally, Jordan could not let her go. It was just a pick-up. Why should I be so angry?

After ten minutes.

Jordan came back, sat next to me, pulled me and said, "Don't think about it. I have something to do, I can't come."

I nodded and laughed, a little far-fetched, "You don't have to explain!"

It's not a big deal in the first place, but I'm just nervous.

When Maisie got off the plane, dragging her big suitcase, when she saw that Jordan and I were both there, she couldn't help but be stupefied and said, "Is this all for a show?"