###Chapter 197 Going To Hempstead To Meet Kyle Branson - Part 2
###Chapter 197 Going To Hempstead To Meet Kyle Branson - Part 2
Jordan Astley frowned and pursed his lips. "Ivelle, aren't you so dutiful with your husband?"
She looked back at him and said, "You can choose not to eat or order takeout." With that, she turned off the fire.
He froze, stopped her from touching her nose, and said, "It's not that I can't eat it. It's delicious when the noodles are cooked."
It was really annoying.
She was a little tired originally, so after she finished cooking for Jordan, she didn't care. She went straight back to the bedroom and washed to rest.
While sleeping in the middle of the night, a cell phone began to ring. She was a little upset. She opened her eyes and saw that Jordan had put the phone through.
When he saw that she was awake, he raised his hand and put her hair in the back of her head, and said, "Did I wake you?"
She nodded. "Whose phone is it?" When she looked at the time, it was only three o'clock. Whoever called at this point must mean there was something wrong.
He sank his eyes and said faintly, "Nicole may be having her baby delivered now."
Ivelle was stupefied. As the due date had not yet arrived, the baby would not be on full-term yet so how would she give birth?
He was still holding the phone. He didn't know what the other end said. He frowned deeply. It didn't look very good.
"Boss Wesley, I'm not in the capital. I'm sorry!" Jordan spoke in a low voice.
Seeing that Ivelle had been watching him, Jordan simply put them on speaker.
On the other end of the phone came Erin's voice with anxious pleading, "Jordan, I really need you. Right now, there is still a ticket from Hempstead to the capital. I beg you to come. As long as she gives birth safely, I will promise you whatever you want!"
Listening to her voice, it sounded very urgent.
Jordan frowned, a little displeased. Ivelle raised her hand, took his cell phone, and said to the phone, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wesley. My husband can't leave now."
"Ivelle!" Erin exclaimed and said nervously, "It was you who showed pictures of dead babies to frighten her, which made her fall from downstairs in the middle of the night. Ivelle, you are so vicious!"
Ivelle found it funny, "Mrs. Lin is confident that I am a lowly person, so what can I have done to show your daughter things that will make anyone feel guilty? Don't put all the shit on my head. You better think about how many terrible things you have done to make it so difficult for your daughter to have a baby."
"You..." Erin was so angry that she brought it up and said, "What's your problem? Aren't you afraid of retribution for a pregnant woman?"
Ivelle said faintly, "Afraid, but now it seems that you are the one who made the retribution. After all, I don't seem to have done anything so far, and your retribution is coming."
With that, she hung up the phone, looked sideways at Jordan, and raised her eyebrows as he said, "Do you want to go?"
He scratched his lips and repeated, "Do you think I should go?"
Ivelle shook her head and said, "No!" After a pause, she added, "If you dare to go, I will kill you."
He sneered. "Why don't you try it?"
She looked at him with her blank expression and stopped talking.
He squinted and said, "Are you involved in this?"
As soon as she was stupefied, she realized that he was talking about Nicole's early delivery. Ivelle couldn't help frowning, "Why?"
"It's not you?"
She nodded, "I have come to Hempstead so how will I lay hands on her? If I want to come after her, I will want to personally watch her suffer."
The bedside lamp in the bedroom was a little dim. Jordan looked at her, took a slight breath, held her in his arms, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry!"
She pursed her lips and pushed him. "It's hot! You stay away from me!"
What was he sorry for?
She didn't ask further. She just looked at the ceiling with her lips, and her heart was empty.
During the period of her baby's accident, she really resented him. She blamed him for not protecting her, and she blamed him for why he was not by her side when she had an accident.
She might be selfish as she didn't consider him in his position.
"Not anymore!" He spoke in a hoarse voice.
She pursed her lips, looked at him faintly, and said, "Jordan, do you love me?"
It was a simple question, but she asked it because it was simple.
He looked at her for a long time and said, "I won't divorce you for the rest of my life."
What kind of answer was that?
She tilted her mouth and said faintly, "Oh!"
The answer seemed to be that there was no answer.
Seeing that her lips were silent, he took her by the shoulder and said, "Are you angry?"
She shook her head and felt a little sleepy.
She closed her tired eyes. Maybe she got the good news, so she slept soundly.
When the contract was settled, there was no need for the original three days of the trip.
The following morning, Jordan had something to do and got up early. Ivelle laid on the bed and squinted at him. "Have you worn different colors since you were a child?"
He looked for a tie from the cloakroom. Instead of answering her question, he looked at her and said, "Get up and tie me."
She shook her head and said, "No!" She couldn't. She didn't have any other boyfriend before she met him, so naturally, she didn't know to do this.
He frowned, "I'll teach you!"
Jordan really knew how to torture people.
Ivelle sat up straight and looked at him. He said to her, "Come here!" It was still early, and she had nothing to do when she got up, so she didn't want to get out of bed yet.
Looking at her appearance, he walked to the bed to lower his body and said, "Ivelle, aren't you being such a pig?"
She raised her eyebrow, "If I'm a pig, then what are you? A bigger pig?"
'Jordan Astley!'
She tied it to him. She tried to tie it the way she usually wore her belt, but it was done at once.
Seeing this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh?"
She curled her lips. "I said I was self-taught. Don't you believe me?" At first, she really thought it was difficult, but she didn't think it would be so easy.
What a surprise!
He sneered, raised his hand, and scratched it hard on her nose. "I hope you are self-taught."
After Jordan went out, she had planned to lie down for a while, but the cell phone on one side vibrated.
Looking sideways, it was a strange phone call. She didn't answer it. It rang several times later, and she finally answered it.
The man on the phone was hoarse and said, "I'm downstairs!"
She was stupefied, "Liam?"
He gasped, not being able to breathe properly. "What's the matter? Don't you want to see me?"
"No!" Ivelle was a little confused, "I am in Hempstead, not in Madrid, so you..."
"Cut the crap!" His temper came up. "I live south along the mountains and rivers. Would you like to see me?"
She wondered why he was so angry.
She took her time, changed her clothes, and went downstairs to see the babysitter who had made breakfast. She asked her to pack two.
A black Bugatti supercar stopped at the door which was so conspicuous that she couldn't pretend she didn't see it. The window was rolled down.
Showing his not very friendly face, "Get in the car!"
There was a faint fragrance in the car as if to cover up the smell of tobacco, so it was sprayed.
Liam Weld gave her a seat, looked at her wearily with a cigarette face, and said, "Why are you blocking my phone calls?"
She was stupefied. She hesitated, "Is that what happened?" She was not affected.












