###Chapter 208 A Man Who Speaks With Strength – Part 2

###Chapter 208 A Man Who Speaks With Strength – Part 2

With that, she went back to bed. Ivelle composed herself, settled down, pulled the quilt, and covered herself up.

It's been a long time, but he was silent. Ivelle hasn't done this apathetic behavior to him for a long time.

She knew that it was wrong and it was unreasonable but she can't control my emotions. She can't help it.

Ivelle thought Jordan would leave directly but didn't think he would pick her up and move lightly. "It was my fault last night. I shouldn't have done that."

As she held her slender body and caged Ivelle in his arms, his voice was hoarse and deliberately deep. "Be good, don't be angry anymore. I'll wait for you. If you are not relieved yet, you can beat me up but you have to eat first, huh?"

Marcela brought up the food, it was three dishes and one soup. "Sir, madam, the meal is ready!"

Jordan nodded and said. "You go first!"

When Marcela left, Jordan hugged her gently. He carried her up and walked to the table.

Jordan let her sit on his lap. She had no shoes and let her feet fell directly on his shoes.

In this way, it was as if he was coaxing a child that threw tantrums. "The food cooked by Marcela today is very delicious. Try it."

He really didn't know how to cajole people. He fed the food directly to her mouth and said. "Be good, have a bite!"

I closed my eyes, avoided his movements, and said, "I'll do it myself!"

"I'll feed you!" He stuffed the food into my mouth. I was so annoyed that I avoided him and said, "I'll do it myself!"

With that, he picked up the spoon as she got off him and moved them to the sofa.

Although she didn't eat in the morning, Ivelle wasn't hungry at all. After a few bites, she didn't want to eat anymore. She doesn't know what's happening in her body that it suddenly lost appetite and strength.

Jordan looked at her and frowned. "Eat the meal, there can be no leftovers."

She twisted her eyebrows and ate a few mouthfuls more reluctantly. She felt sick in my stomach. Ivelle looked at him and said. "Can you please bring this cutlery downstairs? I really want to rest."

"I'll stay with you!" He rang the call bell and Marcela came up to collect the cutlery.

Ivelle looked at Jordan, a little irritable. "Jordan, I want to sleep alone."

He furrowed his eyebrows and said stubbornly. "I'll accompany you!"

With that, he got up and reached out, and hugged her.

After staying up all day and all night, coupled with the fact that she was very upset, Ivelle got up angrily. Her hands were placed on her waist like a nagging mother and shouted. "I said that I want to sleep alone, can't you hear me?"

Since she was angry, Ivelle accidentally pulled the wound and could not help but gasp.

Jordan's expression had a trace of helplessness to his handsome face. His eyebrow furrowed and held her firmly in his arms. "Ivelle is good, don't make trouble. I won't touch you so I won't affect your rest."

"Get out!" Ivelle raised her hand and pushed him and her anger didn't go away at all.

His lips flared and his dark eyes showed some indifference. "If the pain is severe, let's go to the hospital to have a look. Let the doctors examine you."

"No!" Ivelle thought that she was going to be driven crazy by Jordan.

Despite her refusal, Jordan picked her up and carried Ivelle downstairs. She was about to explode. "Jordan, who have you ever seen go to the hospital because of this? What do you want me to tell the hospital? About your sexual violence?"

He pursed his lips and tried to suppress the irritation. "It's okay if you don't go. I'll give you some medicine and we'll have a good rest."

"Crazy!" She didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Seeing that Ivelle had no objection, he went back to the bedroom and put her on the bed to wipe the medicine for her.

His movement was very light and when he saw her frowned. Jordan guiltily said. "Next time, I'll try to control myself. Ivelle, I won't do it again."

She remained silent and laid with her eyes closed.

After applying for the medicine, he got up. Jordan took off his coat and laid next to her. The scent of the tobacco made her a little irritable.

"Jordan, stay away from me. I don't like the smell of smoke!" Ivelle pushed him and moved toward the other side of the bed.

He froze slightly and got up. Ivelle thought he would go out, but he went into the bathroom and took a bath.

It wasn't long before he came out and dried the water from his hair. He laid down again, hugged Ivelle, and said. "Now you can smell me. There's no smoke scent anymore."

Ivelle pursed her lips and prepared to with her eyes closed.

She desperately tried to, but couldn't sleep. Ivelle turned over and over several times but still couldn't sleep.

He suddenly sat up straight from the bed. He was stupefied, thought that he still smelled of smoke. "I'll wash again!" Jordan hurriedly tried to appease her.

Ivelle pursed her lips and didn't open her mouth. She got out of bed and looked around. She found that the sleeping pills she brought back last time were gone.

She looked at Jordan and the question was evident in her eyes. "Where's the medicine?"

He narrowed his black eyes slightly. "What medicine?"

It was petty but Ivelle was even more upset. She raised her hand and pointed towards the carved celadon vase on the cabinet. "Sleeping pills, Jordan. I want sleeping pills. Where did you put them?"

He looked at her and asked in a low and deep voice. "What do you need sleeping pills for? I let Marcela take the medicine. "

Seeing that she was a little grumpy, he got up and put on his clothes, and said. "Let's go to the hospital!"

Ivelle adamantly refused and pushed him away. "Jordan, all you have to do is give me the medicine, will you? I just want to get a good night's sleep. Can't you give me sleeping pills and let me sleep peacefully? Do you have to drag me around? "

Marcela just came up, heard the noise, and hurriedly said. "I have the medicine. I'll get it, Ivelle. Don't worry, I'll get it!"

Jordan said calmly and massaged his eyebrows to stop Marcela. "If she acts stubbornly and you'll heed to her every whim, she will rely on you."

"Jordan, shut up!" Ivelle was going crazy. She looked at Marcela and said. "Marcela, bring me some medicine."

Marcela looked at Jordan and seemed to be unsure.

She was grumpy and roared. "Jordan, since you want to control me in everything, why did you pick me up? It seems like you really want to torture me. Are you happy to see me suffer?"

Jordan frowned and held her in his arms to appease Ivelle. "I don't want to control you. If you take too many sleeping pills, you will rely on them!"

"Shut up!" She yelled. "If you don't let me have rest, send me to Aaron. Don't torture me here."

"Ivelle!" His eyes were red with anger. The moment that he saw Ivelle was stubborn and emotionally unstable, he looked at Marcela and panicked. "Go get the medicine!"

Marcela hurried out of the bedroom and came back soon after.

She only took one, but it was enough for me. After grabbing the medicine, Ivelle took it and then pushed Jordan back to bed.

Jordan also seemed to find that something was wrong with his wife. He saw her laid calmly on the bed, looked at Marcela, and lowered his voice. "Call and let Brad come over," Jordan said in a low voice.

Marcela answered and went out.

After taking the medicine, Ivelle calmed down and soon fell asleep.

However, people with light sleep will still feel their surroundings. Even when they hear the movement under the intervention of drugs.

When Brad came, she was aware. Ivelle heard all the conversation between him and Jordan.

However, Ivelle probably thought that she couldn't open her eyes because of the drugs.

What she vaguely heard was the conversation between two people. Brad seemed to realize that Ivelle might be diagnosed with depression.

Some medicine was prescribed to Jordan. "She may become triggered from time to time. She is very at ease with herself in a very harsh environment, and you should not leave her alone. She may attack herself at any time. She will do extreme behavior when she is hurt physically and without warning. Her reaction today is a little better. At least she is willing to vent her temper on you. Once she has no emotional ups and downs, at that point, her heart basically feels that her life is meaningless, and wants to commit suicide all the time. During this period of time, be careful not to let her do any harm and try to keep her in a happy mood."