###Chapter 195 Abnormal Behavior Of Jordan Astley – Part 7

Ivelle twisted her eyebrow and bowed her head to pull up Kyle. She didn't get up and continued to cry, "Director, now only you can help me. Caldwell is the devil. At first, in order to gain a foothold in AC, he instigated me to do something I shouldn't do. Later, I learned that he was violent and terrible. He always beat me, scolded me, and sometimes drove me out of the house in the middle of the night. I can't stand it. I have no family or friends. Only you... Only you can help me!"

Ivelle didn't know what to do for a moment and said, "Since you are not happy, you can divorce him. Isn't he in prison now? You just have to change your job and live a good life. What do you want me to do for you?"

She shook her head and burst into tears. "It's no use. When he first abused me, I called the police and the police detained him. But after a few days, he came out and then began to torture me even more. There was nothing I could do. I wanted a divorce, but he didn't agree. I just endured it. I really don't know what to do. Please help me!"

"How can I help?" Ivelle didn't know what to say for a moment. How could she help her with her family affairs? Besides, she was the only one who could help herself with this kind of thing.

She looked up, her eyes are red and swollen. "Caldwell depends on the president of AC or the Blakeley family. If these people don't help him, he will be detained by the police for more than three years. After three years of separation, he and I will automatically dissolve the marriage, and I will be free. Director, Mr. Jordan loves you so much. If you talk to him about it, he will help you."

Ivelle twisted her eyebrow and was speechless. When did Jordan love her?

She opened her mouth and was about to speak when she was interrupted.

"She can't help you." Aaron did not make it obvious when he had come out, and his slender body came towards Ivelle as he said to Kyle, "She can't protect herself now. She can't help you. What happened today was so impulsive that she didn't think about the consequences at all. You should know better than her that if she helped you, someone as extreme as your husband would get back at her if he finally came out of prison."

With that, Aaron pulled Ivelle away. She was stupefied. She looked back and saw Kyle still kneeling on the ground and crying so hard that she couldn't bear it.

"In fact, she may really need my help!" Following Aaron, she couldn't help opening her mouth.

"Ah!" He stopped coldly. She didn't notice that she directly hit his back, hit her nose, and made her numb with pain.

"Ivelle, do you know how ridiculous your kindness is?" He looked at her with his eyes heavy, and his black eyes captured his anger.

She didn't know why he suddenly got angry, so she rubbed her nose and said, "I don't have a bad heart. She followed me for two years, and I..."

"So? Is she still following you? Is she your assistant? Is she working for you? Ivelle, do you have any point? To both men and women, you are so sympathetic. What do you want? Do you want to give yourself the image of a saint? Do you want people to worship you?"

He was agitated. His voice was deep and fierce with the smell of alcohol. His eyes were red and he looked drunk.

"Aaron, are you drunk?" Ivelle opened her mouth, reached out to help him, and was pushed away by him.

Aaron grabbed her shoulder, stared at her, and said, "Do you sympathize with me, too? Alice went behind my back and took my mother out of my life. I had to look at her talking and laughing with my father while putting up with my father's cold treatment. Do you sympathize with me?"

Ivelle twisted her eyebrow and it seemed that the man was really drunk.

Sighing, she supported him and said, "You don't need my sympathy, Aaron. I'll take you back since you're already drunk."

She said goodbye to the people in the box, ignored everyone's eyes, and helped Aaron go downstairs.

He was only a little sober. At the door of the restaurant, he sat on the steps like a child and stopped walking.

Ivelle had no choice but to look at him and say, "Aaron, I'll take you home!"

"I don't have a home!"

"Go to the hotel!"

He looked at her and curled his lips. "You're coming with me!"

"I'll only take you there!"

It was really tough.

"Forget it. I'll sit here all night." Half drunk and half awake, he lost his temper.

Ivelle didn't come up with anything for a while. She looked at him, paused, and said, "Well, then. You stay here all night. I'll go home ahead of you."

Then she turned to take a taxi.

He hugged her coldly from behind, and his voice was extremely low and dumb. "Ivelle, where is your compassion? If you don't send me back, are you trying to freeze me to death?"

Looking at his flushed face, she nodded, "Well, go freeze to death!"

She knew one couldn't reason with an alcoholic.

As soon as he heard this, his face turned bad and a pair of his black eyes stared at her. He hugged her tightly and his head was close to her.

Realizing what he was trying to do, Ivelle wrung her eyebrows and pushed him away. "Aaron, you're drunk!"

He was so strong that he grabbed her and wouldn't let her move at all. They were by the side of the road. She was afraid that if she pushed him too hard, he would be unsafe to be pushed all the way to the road.

So, in this way, Aaron and Ivelle got entangled on the side of the road. From a distance, it looked more like a couple making out.

When Ivelle saw him hugging her and rubbing against her, she was angry, "Aaron, you..."

As she was saying those words, Aaron was pulled over with a sudden effort, and then she heard Aaron's muffled hum.

When she got back to her senses, Jordan and Aaron had already been fighting. To be exact, Jordan beat Aaron.

It was the kind of beating that spared no effort. Aaron's face was already black and blue. Probably because he had drunk the wine, he did not resist and let Jordan hit him.

Ivelle was worried that something would happen, so she quickly grabbed Jordan's clothes and said, "Jordan, if you continue to beat him, he will die."

Jordan's face was very angry, and his black eyes seemed to render coldness. "Are you distressed?"

Ivelle twisted her eyebrow, and Jordan's desperate voice came to her ear. "Ivelle, I know you love him!"

It was obvious that Jordan would beat him to death.

Sure enough, Jordan grew angrier, and he beat up the people on the ground thoughtlessly.

Aaron, like a fool, let him fight him. The more he hit him, the louder he snorted. "Jordan, no matter how hard you beat me, Ivelle will love me more!"

She thought Aaron was crazy. Sure enough, Jordan pulled him up directly and kicked him in the abdomen.

Aaron snorted, fell to the ground, struggled for a while, then started to stand up.

Jordan had to do it again. He grabbed him so Ivelle said calmly, "Jordan, can't you see that he is deliberately provoking you? Do you want to shoot him and go to jail?"

Jordan replied while winking his lips and gasping for breath, "This bastard just wants to be taught a lesson."

When Ivelle helped the people on the ground, she looked at Reginald who heard the noise, and said, "Boss Remington, please send Mr. Aaron back. He may be injured. Take him to the hospital and have an examination. Please."

Reginald glanced at the cold Jordan Astley, laughed, then nodded to her. He asked someone to help Aaron leave.