###Chapter 220 Is The Trap Dug By Jordan - Part 5

He was so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment. His face was as black as carbon, and he said coldly, "Don't talk to me about the past, wash it quickly, and call me when it's done!"

"No!" I was also angry and said coldly, "I can handle it myself!"

He scratched his lips and sneered. "How can you handle it?" I jumped out of the bathtub and decided to fall again and be directly crippled.

"You." I was so angry that my lungs exploded. I controlled the anger and said, "You get out!"

He was calm but in a bad mood.

After half an hour, I was done.

After taking a bath, I looked at the swollen ankles in the water in a daze, paused, and stood up by myself holding the edge of the bathtub.

I endured the little pain. In fact, I can handle it myself.

There were bath towels and pajamas on the shelf next to the bathtub, as well as moisturizers and essential oils. I sat by the bathtub and rubbed the moisturizer. The smell of the essential oil was so strong that I gave up.

When I was about to wipe my hair with a bath towel, I touched the essential oil and the glass broke when I dropped it on the floor.

I was stupefied. I looked at the broken glass at my feet and frowned. It was inconvenient for me to squat and pick it up.

After thinking about it, I was still ready to squat. When Jordan came in, he saw me reach out to the ground to pick up fragments in a strange posture.

"Ivelle, do you tend to hurt yourself?" His voice was low and cold, with a hint of gnashing his teeth.

I looked up at him, not wearing pajamas. For a moment, I stretched out my pajamas and wrapped them around me, but accidentally put the moisturizer on the floor again.

He looked and sneered at the corners of his lips. "I brought all the glasses at home, and you dropped them all?"

This man.

"I didn't mean to!" After looking at him, I was angry and paused. "Come and help me up, I can't move like this."

There were pieces of glass under my feet. I didn't know how much I'm going to step on with this foot.

Seeing that I lost my temper, he walked up to me and smiled with thin lips. "Isn't it good to be so good all the time?"

He picked me up and took a bite on my lip flap. I glared at him. This man really wanted to take advantage of me without leaving a gap.

He carried back to the bedroom.

When he put me on the bed, he didn't get up, and his voice was low and magnetic. "Don't you like to return the favor? I carried you out just now. How are you going to return the favor?"

It was easy to raise a hand!

"Jordan, aren't you interesting?" Just take me out, it's so shameless.

He didn't blush and didn't jump. "Was that all right tonight?"

That was the case.

I raised my eyebrows and said, "Aren't you tired?" This man ran back and forth to the capital and Hempstead, and did you still have the ability to fight at night when he came back?

He raised his lips and eyebrows, and his eyes were extremely seductive. "Why don't you give it a try?"

"Jordan, I'm too tired to do it!" This guy really took advantage of me when got the chance.

He didn't seem to hear me, and he said with an indescribable breath in his voice, "Can't or don't want to?"

No!

But I can't fucking say that.

After thinking about it, I distanced him from me and said seriously, "Jordan, I think you can buy an inflatable doll, so you can do it anytime, anywhere."

He squinted and pressed me under his heart. "How did you know it was so convenient? Have you used it? "

"It's getting late. I should go and rest!" I subconsciously tried to avoid him and moved over.

He saw my movements and looked at me with a slight sigh. "Ivelle, when will you think of me as your husband?"

I was stupefied. I didn't know how to answer him for a moment. I shrank and buried myself in the quilt.

Sensing that my ankle was being held by him, I frowned, lifted the quilt, and saw that I had dressed and put my ankle on his leg and pinched it gently.

It hurts a little bit, but I still put up with it. It was just a sprain. It should be over in a while.

Seeing me looking at him, he frowned, "Soes it hurt?"

I gave a hum and said faintly, "It's all right, it's all right!"

His hands worked hard, which made me hurt a little, and the sprain was a little swollen, so it hurt when he pressed it.

I could not help but gasp and bite my lip slightly.

He looked at me with some ambiguous meaning in his voice, "Does it hurt?"

I pursed my lips and said faintly, "It's all right, it's all right. I'll be all right in a few days. Jordan, it's getting late. Go to bed early!"

He suddenly turned green and looked at me and said, "Ivelle, you are a pig. If it hurts, it hurts. If it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. What do you mean? Is it fun to pretend like this? I'm your husband. Will you die of pain if you act cute with me? You have to make it look like you're a widow. Aren't you interesting?"

I froze, opened my mouth for a moment, but couldn't say anything.

Looking at his angry look, he added in a low voice, "It hurts!"

He looked at me, looked a little better, looked at me, and said, "Don't pretend to be strong in front of me. I married you to be my wife, not to be a Barbie."

I pursed my lips. What's his metaphor? After a pause, he nodded and replied, "Hmm!"

The unspeakable feeling of pain and warmth in my heart.

The sprained ankle was a little bruised, and he tried to rub it on me, but I gasped with pain and he gave up.

After finding the plaster and putting it on, he rubbed it for me, looked at me, and said, "Don't go out tomorrow, stay at home and heal the wound."

I looked at him and said, "Thank you, Jordan."

Life was short. After half my life, I have never been so distressed. After all, my heart was different. He was very good. I always knew that.

He didn't look very well. He frowned at me after taking the medicine box. "Do you have to be so rusty?"

I was stunned and realized that he seemed to have said before that there was no need to say thank you between husband and wife.

After thinking about it, I half knelt on the bed, reached out and held his face and kissed him on the forehead, and said, "Jordan, to say thank you is not to distance myself from you, but to really want to tell you that I appreciate your care."

He looked at me, stopped, but kissed me directly on the lips. The kiss was so deep that it made me a little dizzy.

It took him a long time to let me go, looked at me and said, "Well, if you really want to thank you, stay at home these days and don't go out."

I originally wanted to promise him, but the Badger family just had been through such a big thing, and Astley was now in a lot of trouble. If I just sat at home and didn't care about anything, that would not be realistic.

I couldn't help looking at him and said, "I can ask Mrs. Marcela to accompany me out. In fact, it's no big deal, as long as I don't get hurt."

He sank and said coldly, "Are you in charge, or am I in charge?"

This man was overbearing and bossy, and I think he's handsome face was ruined because of himself too.