###Chapter 20 Decision Is Not Yours

He looked at her. A pair of handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes as dark as night stared at her. It seems as though he is spying for the truth.

She was calm, too, and sat quietly smiling and let him look at it.

After a long time, he said, "Yes!"

"Thank you, Dr. Brad." To deal with smart people, needless to say, it only takes one look for everyone to understand.

When the waiter served the food, he glanced at her and said unfathomably, "Is Miss Ivelle so smart all the time?"

Ivelle smiled and said, "I'm flattered. It's just a way to save my life. Besides, Jordan and I are not suitable in the first place, and this child has come at a bad time."

He ate a few mouthfuls of food and seemed satisfied. He looked at her and said, "When are you going to leave?"

She was stupefied and looked up at him. She was shocked. She just wanted to get rid of the child and divorce Jordan. She was unsure which city would be more suitable after leaving Hempstead.

She was surprised that he even guessed her last step.

Putting down my chopsticks, I paused and said, "maybe in these two months, I just haven't decided which city to go to."

"Go to Auckland. It's suitable for life." He opened his mouth, probably finished eating, put down his spoon and fork, and drew a tissue to wipe his mouth gracefully.

That's a good idea. She nodded. "You can think about it." Auckland is not as prosperous and developed as Hempstead as the pace of life is slow. If you want to choose a city for the rest of your life, it is ideal.

It was supposed to be her treat after dinner, but she didn't expect that he had already settled the bill in advance. Ivelle went out of the restaurant with Brad. She looked at him and said, "I owe you a treat. I'll invite you next time."

In the end, he said, "I hope we can have the next meal together in Auckland."

She was stupefied and smiled, but she didn't know how to answer him.

It's getting late, and it's time for me to go back. When she got to the car, he suddenly said, "Is the operation scheduled?"

Looking back at him, she nodded, "tomorrow!"

Now that a decision has been made, there is no thinking back.

He gave a hum, looked at her, and said, "Jordan knows?"

"I don't know." She shook her head. "She is not going to tell him either."

He frowned and stopped expressing his opinion.

She started the car and saw him in a daze beside his car. She didn't say much, said bye, and drove directly back to the villa.

After a ten-minute journey, she parked her car downstairs of the villa. She didn't get out of the vehicle. She sat in the car and took out the divorce agreement that Brad gave her.

There was something wrong with her. She did not expect to take the initiative to find him with this divorce agreement. She was worried that Jordan placed the knife and asked her to sign the divorce.

Jordan has always been generous concerning divorce property, and he has promised her most of the dividend of Fu Company.

Maybe from the beginning, Jordan thought she was the property. As long as he gave everything that she wanted, there's no reason for her not to agree to sign.

After a long time, she has signed it.

When she returned to the villa, she saw that the hall was dark. She immediately changed her shoes. I reached out to turn on the light and coldly saw the man sitting in the hall.

She was startled to see that the eyes looked at her intensely and could not detect any emotion. She was not sure for a moment.

She calmed down and looked at him and said, "Why don't you turn on the light?" Have you had dinner yet?"

Jordan Astley answered unexpectedly, "Where did you go?" The question was cold and indifferent but vaguely unhappy.

"I went to the office." With that, she went into the kitchen and said, "I'll cook for you something to eat."

Nicole Blakeley was so noisy in the hospital that she probably didn't eat anything. When he thought of it, he didn't feel like leaving her. So, he doesn't have the chance to eat.

While cooking noodles, she coldly bumped into Jordan's black eyes, cold and indifferent.

"What's the matter?" Usually, it is either cold or disgusting when he looked at her. Today, his eyes were so complicated that she didn't know how to deal with them. She couldn't help but panic.

He didn't speak, so Ivelle automatically understood that Jordon didn't want to talk to her. So she keeps quiet, cooked noodles for him, place them on the table and looked at him, and said, "There are no materials at home. We only have eggs, and you will eat."

Ivelle went up upstairs to wash up. Suddenly, Jordon said coldly, "Marriage can't achieve anything, right?"

She froze and felt a pain in her heart for a moment. She might be silent at ordinary times, but she doesn't know why she suddenly got red-eyed and looked at him and said, "Even if we can't tolerate each other, haven't we been on it for two years?"

"Jordon, I agree for divorce." She took out the divorce agreement that she had signed in her bag. She put it in front of him, and said bitterly, "I've already signed it. Take a look. Let's take the time to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get the divorce certificate."

She said what was in her heart in one breath. She sighed and suppressed the sour in her heart. Looking at this handsome and cold face, she said, "Don't worry about the child. I will give you and Nicole Blakeley a satisfactory explanation."

When people make individual decisions, they always have to bear the corresponding consequences.

Instead of looking at Jordan's angry face, she turned and went upstairs, which may be the last time we had such a conversation in this villa.

The wrist was yanked, "Confess?" Jordon spoke, and his voice suppressed his anger, as if a little bit.

Knowing that he was angry, she didn't look back and said, "I'll take care of it. I won't let the child's affairs affect Nichole."

"Ivelle!" His anger reached its climax, and she was numb by the pain in her hand. "What do you want to do? Divorce me and walk away?"

She held back tears for a long time and failed to hold on more. Her tears flew terribly, "What else can I do?" Jordon, haven't you always wanted me to agree to divorce you and stay away from you? What's wrong with what I'm doing now? "

Jordon's eyes suddenly became a little dark, like a thin layer of frost.

"You think you're smart?" He sneered, and his long fingers pinched her jaw. She felt pain and tried to break free. Instead, he increased his strength. They were very close and breathed against each other. "You are the mother of the baby in your belly, and you are not qualified to decide whether the baby goes or stays."

"I'm not qualified?" She smiled and looked at his word by word and said, "Is Nichole is qualified?"

He narrowed his black eyes slightly, and a brutal cold came. "Ivelle, you are looking for trouble!"