###Chapter 207 Men Who Say Things With Strength – Part 1

###Chapter 207 Men Who Say Things With Strength – Part 1

The next day.

With her eyes closed, Ivelle's body hurt everywhere and she couldn't breathe properly.

Jordan buckled his belt and dropped a kiss on her forehead. He stroked her face lovingly with his thin cocoon-like fingers. She knew it, but she didn't even want to move an inch.

For a moment after he endearingly caressed Ivelle, he came out of the bedroom. She was wrapped in a quilt and felt that her soul had been taken away.

She closed her eyes and wanted to sleep more, but couldn't fall asleep. Ivelle felt sick all over her body. She endured the ache and just buried herself in the quilt and sobbed without making too much noise.

Footsteps were heard in the bedroom, and Jordan's voice resonated in the air. He was extremely worried and asked her gently, "Ivelle, why are you crying?"

She pursed my lips and did not intend to respond.

The quilt was grabbed by him and the light in their bedroom was a little harsh that made her squint.

He kept a calm face. "Are you going to suffocate yourself?"

She really didn't want to talk to him and looked at him with an extremely annoyed face. "Jordan, can't I vent my emotions? Did you ask me how I feel? "

He wrung his eyebrow. "Are you not feeling well?"

She really wanted to strangle him and watch him gnash his teeth. "Can't you feel it?"

He curled his lips and looked very pale. "I'll take you to the hospital!"

She held her breath, picked up the pillow, and threw it at him. "Get out!"

Jordan was bewildered.

The bedroom door was closed and Jordan left.

Ivelle peacefully laid on the bed with her eyes closed. She couldn't sleep and her anger didn't go away.

Marcela brought up the food and said in a soft voice. "Ivelle, why don't you get up and eat something and drink some medicine before you go to sleep?"

"No." She doesn't have the habit of losing her temper for no reason, so her tone is just cold and there is no other emotion.

She paused and said. "Ivelle, Sir Jordan has just gone out and told you to eat. If you are really uncomfortable, drink some medicine and have a good sleep."

"No!" Ivelle arched her eyebrow and got a little angry.

Seeing this, she didn't say much. Marcela put what she had brought up on the table and when she turned around to leave, she looked back at Ivelle, paused, and said. "Ivelle, Sir Jordan is actually very kind to you. I have watched this child grow up. He grew up with the old man. He doesn't know how to take care of people. The way to think about problems and to solve problems is what was ingrained in his young mind. The old man raised him as a successor from an early age. The indifference in his temper is not inborn, he may not know how to treat you the way you want, but I can see that over the past year, he is attentive to you."

After a pause, she continued. "Originally, he wanted to come up by himself, but he knew that you were angry and you didn't want to see him, so he let me up. You are husband and wife, you are supposed to understand each other, and you both like each other. You can't hurt your feelings by quarreling because of trifles."

She was so tired and numb that Ivelle stopped her and dismissively said. "I see, Marcela. Go ahead and get busy. I want to get some sleep."

She said all she had to say, looked at her, and nodded. "Well, remember to eat something."

With that, she left.

With her eyes half-closed, Ivelle laid on the bed and looked out of the window to observe the weather. She knew that the season had entered winter. The Capital's winter state is gloomy. It rained lightly and such weather is really not suitable to cure her sullen mood.

Every inch of her skin hurts. She can't sleep and had no appetite to eat.

Ivelle didn't even want to move or talk.

She stared at the ceiling, began to be in a daze. Nicole's child was gone. In fact, she was not happy at all. Her mind was in a mess.

'I'm very upset. Now, I just want to have a good sleep, but the more I want to rest, the more I can't sleep.'

After pondering several times, Ivelle ran down a little. She struggled to get up and walked to the balcony.

She opened all the windows. Outside, the rain was not heavy and the cold wind blew into the bedroom. She moved for a little bit while her body felt pain terribly. Ivelle just sat by the window, allowed the rain and the cold wind outside to blow in.

The leaves outside the villa withered, leaving bare branches and without the patronage of birds. It looks very lonely, just like what she felt.

The rain is getting heavier and sonorous, and the dress she wore has been blown for a long time. Luckily, the irritability in her heart was gone.

She felt sleepy as soon as she calmed down. She leaned against the window and closed her eyes slightly to get some sleep.

But time passed so quickly that Ivelle vaguely felt that she was going to fall asleep and didn't want the bedroom door to be opened.

Jordan looked emotionless and saw her on the balcony, his appearance made the whole bedroom cold.

By his condescending look at her, Ivelle sat up straight. Her brewing drowsiness was gone.

He hurriedly went up to her and asked in a very low voice as if he was suppressing his anger. "Ivelle, what are you doing?"

He took her from the balcony to the bedroom for a while and his eyes were frighteningly heavy. "Do I make you so disgusted? Do you have to torture yourself like this? Are you frightening me and want me to be widowed?"

After staying up all day and night, Ivelle didn't have the spirit to quarrel with him. She just felt that she had no strength anymore. She was drowsy. Ivelle looked up at him and then lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Her mouth was so dry that she tried to look at the bedroom and saw that there was no glass of water, so she gave up.

The moment that Jordan saw her like this, he scolded her angrily. He put her on the bed, closed the window, and turned the heater in the bedroom to the maximum.

Her clothes were all wet and it was a thin nightgown that's been drenched easily. He found another night dress, put it on her, and wrapped Ivelle in a quilt.

Marcela followed, and when she saw the situation her voice dropped a little, and said. "Sir, is your wife all right?"

Jordan didn't look well and requested. "Go and pour her a scald and reheat dinner."

Marcela nodded and went downstairs.

After taking care of Ivelle, she laid on the bed and Jordan lifted the quilt.

She suddenly froze and pressed his hand. "Jordan, you--."

"I'll give you a lotion." He spoke but his eyes cold.

"No, I'm fine." When she opened her mouth, Ivelle really felt a pain in her throat It was so dry that parched her intensely.

He glared. "Shall I wipe it on you or you'll wipe it yourself? Choose one of the two."

Angrily, Ivelle asked her with her weakened voice raised a little. "Jordan, are you done?" She was tired and he made her very upset.

He pursed his lips and nodded. "So, what am I going here?"

Ivelle was already in terrible pain. The agonizing torment that she intensely felt from the bruises coupled with emotional exasperation. She was really tired. Ivelle was irritated by him and his actions really infuriated her.

Suddenly, Ivelle got up and he did not notice. She pushed herself to stand on the ground. "Jordan, can't you just leave me alone? I'm tired now. I told you to leave me alone. Are you deaf, can't you hear me?"