###Chapter 218 The Trap Dug By Jordan - Part 3

With that, Phoebe released the hand holding the railing without suspense. Aaron's pupils contracted and it was too late to run over.

"Mom!" The sound was heart-wrenching and tearful, almost a subconscious reaction, and he was going to jump over the railing.

Fortunately, the quick-eyed paramedics held him back and pressed her to the ground to give him a sedative.

Everything in the world was spiritual. In the foggy sky, with Phoebe falling from the building, little rain fell from the sky, washing away the startling blood stains downstairs.

Aaron was taken to the hospital, where Phoebe's body was carried away by the funeral parlor and the crowded crowd dispersed.

In just a few hours, it ended.

I watched Aaron in the hospital for several hours, and he was sedated and lay in bed. His dark eyes were looking at the ceiling, silent, and lifeless.

The doctor came to observe several times, there was no big problem, but because of excessive grief, his heart and lungs had a brief pause, but fortunately, he was in his prime, so it was no big deal.

It was getting dark, and I went downstairs to buy some food, and by the time I came back, Aaron's tranquilizer had passed.

He sat dull and lonely on the hospital bed. When he saw me, he opened his mouth slightly and his voice was hoarse. "Where are the people?"

What I thought he meant to ask was Phoebe, who suppressed the heaviness in his heart, "She have been sent to the funeral parlor."

I didn't see it with my own eyes when she fell from such a high floor, but the person who saw it described it as a meatloaf.

You can imagine what kind of flesh and blood.

He nodded, his eyes cold, indifferent to some abnormal, looking at the porridge in my hand, he said, "Only porridge?"

I was stupefied, some cannot adapt to his calm indifference after such great grief, nodded and shook his head, "What do you want to eat, I will buy it now!"

"It's all right, just make do with it!" He took it from me and ate it as gracefully as before as if he had never experienced that tragedy.

I was a little worried about him like this, but I didn't know how to comfort him. I paused and said, "What else would you like to eat? I'll go downstairs and buy it for you. "

He stopped his movements, shook his head, fixed his eyes on me, and said, "Have you eaten?"

I was stupefied and shook my head. "I'm not hungry!"

He put down his spoon, got up, pulled his coat aside, looked at me, and said, "Come on, let's get angry and eat out."

He dragged me out of the hospital, his body is still tall and calm. There is nothing different, the whole person was the same as before.

But the bloodthirsty light from his black eyes was something I had never had before. it was hatred, a deep hatred.

I'm a little confused. Where did his hatred come from?

When I got on the car, I thought about it and looked at him and said, "Aaron, let's go to the Central Park Community. What do you want to eat? I'll go back and cook it for you."

Now let him go to a place with a large number of people, for fear that he will feel more depressed and uncomfortable.

He took the hand of the steering wheel, paused slightly, looked at me, and said, "Why don't you take care of the home?"

I folded my lips. "There are servants in the family, but it's not my turn to cook when I go." I tried to ask him, "You want to review the family?"

He sank his eyes, and the car had turned around in the direction of the Central Park neighborhood. "No!"

Originally not far away, back to the Central Park community, because it has not been here for a long time, there is basically nothing in the refrigerator.

I looked at it and said, "Wait for me for a moment. I'll go to the supermarket downstairs and buy something back."

He put down his car keys, looked at me, and said, "I'll go with you."

I smiled and shook my head. "No, I can go down by myself."

He looked at me and didn't mean to say anything else, but he agreed.

It was getting late, and the things in the supermarket were almost sold. I picked out a few dishes I could cook on weekdays and bought noodles.

When I went back to the house, I saw that Aaron was not in the living room. I put my things in the kitchen.

After looking around, I found him in the study. He seemed to be editing something on the computer.

When he saw me, he curled his lips and said, "You're back!" I didn't hear any emotion. I nodded and didn't say much.

I just smiled and said, "I'll cook the noodles. I'll be ready in a minute."

He gave a hum and stopped reacting.

I did not blame myself for thinking too much, his situation, the real person is quite worried, not lost, not heartbroken, completely as if nothing had happened.

He hid his emotions so well that I decided that Phoebe was not dead in his opinion, but she was still alive as usual.

When I made the noodles, I was about to turn around and call him, but I didn't expect to see him leaning against the door frame with his hands around him, his face cold.

I burst into a cold sweat. "Aaron, what's the matter with you?"

He looked back and said lightly, "Is the noodle ready?"

I nodded, feeling a little scared for a moment, so I took it out of breath and put it on the table.

Watching him eat, I couldn't help worrying, "Aaron, are you all right?"

He stopped and looked up at me, his eyes cold and indifferent. "What?"

I shook my head and always felt that he seemed to be getting a little cold. "Eat quickly, the noodles will not taste good if they are cold."

He squinted, looked at me, and said, "Aren't you hungry?"

I smiled and shook my head. "I'm not hungry. You should eat more."

He folded his lips and stopped talking.

Watching him eat, I felt that this noodle doesn't seem to have any taste to him, but he chewed and filled his stomach.

After eating noodles, he went to the sofa and stared at the TV which had not been turned on, deep and indifferent.

Looking at him, I seemed to see that when Liam knew his father was dead, his eyes were full of gloom and darkness, and he had the power to pull people into the darkness.

After closing the bowl, I went to him and tried to say, "Aaron, people always have to look forward. Aunt, she wants your life to be bright."

He squinted slightly, looked at me, and sank, "Are you comforting me?"

I frowned and couldn't say anything for a moment.

After a pause, he said, "It's getting late. Go to bed early. I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow. Stay at home these days and let go of your work for a while."

I didn't know how to comfort him, so I can only make some pale confessions.

He raised his eyebrows and looked a little cold. "Aren't you going to stay?"

I was stunned and instinctively shook my head.

I took my coat and went out.

It took me too long to get back to the villa. It was already early in the morning.

Before the car entered the garage, I saw the man standing at the door. The man was tall and slender, handsome as jade, under the dim streetlamp, which made his face with some vicissitudes of life look even more vicissitudes.