###Chapter 185 People Lost In The Sea Of People – Part 2

I stopped my movements and looked at him. "I'm sorry, Mr. Astley, my hobbies are not wide enough, so I may politely ask you to go out."

He curled his lips, but luckily he said nothing and went out.

After taking a bath, I went out of the bathroom. Jordan Astley was not in the bedroom. And there was milk on the nightstand.

I took a faint glance and dried my hair in front of the dressing mirror. I was not in good spirits, but I suddenly fell into the water and may have fallen into the cold.

I have no energy. I don't want to fall asleep rather. I want to lie in bed and warm myself up.

Jordan was not here, so I took it easy. I read a book for a while and then played with my mobile phone for a while.

When Jordan came in, he still had a document in his hand. He seemed to have come to see what I was doing.

When he saw me lying in bed playing with my cell phone, he frowned, "You're always looking at your phone. And that is bad for your eyes."

I glanced at him, nodded, responded, and put my phone on the nightstand.

Retract the rope back into the cup.

The bed was pressed down for a while. Jordan sat down next to me and said, "Please drink the milk. I know you're tired, it will help you fall asleep. Take a rest for now." "I don't want to drink it," I said, though I've always had a soft spot for pure milk.

"Ivelle, be obedient for once. Now, get up and drink this." This is the first time I think a person can be so annoying.

Opening the cup, I looked straight at him for a few seconds, got up angrily, got out of bed, picked up the milk, and headed for the bathroom.

When I poured the milk into the toilet, I came out, put the cup down, looked at his dark face, and said, "Please go out and take the cup down in a minute, thank you!"

"Ivelle!" He spoke vaguely with anger, "Are you having fun?"

I picked my eyebrows and looked at him, and I didn't know, so, "Are we playing? What are we playing?"

Seeing me like this, he lost his temper for a moment. After looking at me for a while, he sighed and said indifferently, "I'll go downstairs. You may have a good rest."

I was really tired when I saw him get up and go out. I put on the quilt and was ready to have a good sleep.

However, it's a pity that I can't fall asleep. I'm sleepy but I can't sleep anyway. This kind of feeling is really not good.

After staying in bed for several hours, I finally fell asleep.

The bedroom door was opened, and Jordan Astley came in. He walked to the bedside and his eyes fell on me. "Don't sleep too much during the day. Get up and eat something and go back to sleep later."

At this time, I was finally a little sleepy. I was woken up by his mouth. I couldn't help being speechless, ignored him, and continued to close my eyes and continue my drowsiness.

He came up to me, pulled me out of bed, and said harshly, "Get up and get something to eat."

I completely lost my temper, suddenly opened my eyes, pushed him away, and waited for him angrily. "Jordan, are you sick?" Do you know how hard it is for me to get a good night's sleep? How many times have you come to think about my feelings? "

Maybe I overreacted so violently that he frowned and his black eyes were mixed with coldness. "Well, let's sleep together."

I froze, saw him climb into bed, some things, can avoid once, does not mean that can avoid twice.

No matter how hard I struggled, he was half coaxing and half domineering.

I scratched my fingertips across his skin and scolded angrily, "Jordan, you bastard!"

"Um!"

I suspect that Jordan has not touched a woman at all during this period of time. He is like a wolf preying on food, and he is out of control.

Afterward, he half lay in bed smoking.

In the dim light, there were many scratches on his sturdy chest, and there were bloodstains in a few places.

I got up to wash my body, was held in his arms, and my head was forced to rest on his belly.

The air smelled of tobacco. At the end of a cigarette, he said quietly, "I will make an appointment. I'll accompany you to see a psychiatrist."

I was a little confused for a moment. I looked up at him and saw him pinch out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. I responded and said, "No!"

I didn't ask this kind of question until after my roommate. Apart from the coldness there, I can't think of anything else.

I haven't thought about treatment for this disease since I was pregnant with a child. I have so many diseases all over my body, and there is no lack of this one.

Looking up at him, I didn't care and said, "If you can't feel anything, you can look outside in the future."

Jordan frowned directly, lowered his body impassively, and looked at me with cannibalistic eyes, "Looking for the outside?" Ivelle, you really have no bottom line. I let you cure for fear of pain. You have either mental or physical problems in this way."

Surrounded by him, most of the light was blocked away. I frowned. I really didn't like the narrow atmosphere and said faintly, "The first day I was sick, did you know? How do you want to treat so many diseases?"

With that, without waiting for him to respond, I shrank directly, got out of his arms, and went to the bathroom.

When I came out, he is sitting on the bed, the quilt covered his lower body, still holding a cell phone in his hand, looked at me and said, "Brad is downstairs, you change your clothes and go down. See a doctor."

Throwing the bath towel aside, I said faintly, "He can't see my illness."

He frowned. "He's a doctor. Why can't he see it?"

I squinted and looked at him. "I told Dr. Cheng that I was cold. What do you think was his reaction? You can't? Or. "

At this point, I won't say it. I know. He knows what I mean better than I do.

Seeing that his brow frowned, I kindly reminded, "I only do not react with you, so, Mr. Astley, please leave me alone and please, have time to take a look at your own problems."

See his face brush black, I went straight out of the bedroom, challenge a man's bottom line, I do not think I can easily deal with.

Sure enough, as soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, there was a voice of rage, "Ivelle!" Followed by a loud sound of smashing things.

Standing at the door, I specially closed the bedroom door so as not to disturb the people.

Downstairs, I happened to see Brad Silverman sitting in the hall. Mrs. Yeardly prepared a lot of desserts for him. He hardly moved but drank a few cups of tea.

Come to think of it, boys generally don't like dessert very much.

Hearing the noise, he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows. "Ivelle! You have lost weight!"

This. That's very flattering.

Sitting next to him, I said, "You know how to boast." A girl likes to be praised for losing weight.

He sipped his tea and frowned. "Do I sound like a compliment?"

"Um!" I said, "At least that's what I think." No one likes people who are fat and chubby.

Seeing this, he stopped talking and seemed to feel unable to talk any more.

Sister-in-law Yeardly came up to me and said, "Miss Evelle, I've cooked something to eat. Please eat some food first, and then let Dr. Silverman see you."

"It's all right, I'm not very hungry." With that, I looked at Brad Silverman, "Do I really look like a patient?"

Brad Silverman raised his eyebrows, "Let's go to eat the dinner!"

Seeing Sister Yeardly standing still, I couldn't help frowning, "Mrs. Yeardly, I'm really not hungry."