###Chapter 252 You Have To Do At Least A Few Years In Prison - Part 2
###Chapter 252 You Have To Do At Least A Few Years In Prison - Part 2
Fortunately, Ivelle was injured and did not have much strength, so Nicole Blakeley gladly looked at us. She left the fragments in her hand and suddenly became powerless. "You go, I won't pursue it!"
In the dressing room, Brad Silverman cleaned the wound for her. Jordan Astley entered the operating room. This makes her mind in a mess.
She hasn't recovered from what happened just now, and she still a little numb.
Brad said the right word to her, and she didn't listen to it. She knew that Erin and Andrew Biden came in and looked at her with complicated eyes.
Erin was the first to ask, "Are you all right?"
She looked at them, and she didn't know why they are here."Guys, if you want to sue, go ahead."
Erin shook her head, looked at her, and said, "No, we're here to see you, Ivelle."
"Well, go and see Nicole. This is the end of the matter!" Andrew planned Erin's words and dragged her out.
Brad bandaged the wound for her. He looked deeply at the two people who left and said, "It seems that the Biden family will not sue you."
Ivelle was not at all afraid of what they would do to her. She bowed her head slightly and looked at the wound on her arm.
She looked at Brad and said, "Jordan shouldn't have an accident, right?"
He laughed. "There are only minor injuries to the heart. There will be no problem with a few stitches. Don't worry."
She nodded, but she just couldn't let it go.
Jordan got stitched up his wound, came straight out of the hospital bed, looked at her, and said, "Come on, let's go home."
She was stupefied for a few seconds, and the mood in her heart suddenly came up. "Jordan, are you out of your mind and want to die just coming out of the operating room? Do you think the wound is big and can kill you?"
It was already three o'clock in the morning. Marcela Yeardly and Alice Astley went back to the villa. Brad and Kian Hastings also returned home. Nicole hired a nurse to take care of the Biden family.
Jordan, I will stay here. Jordan wanted to go back, and he yelled at her.
She frowned for a few seconds and glared at him. "You don't like being in the hospital anymore, don't you?"
He folded his lips and pulled her on the hospital bed. She looked at the exploded wound in his lower abdomen. She felt terrible. "You lie down and wait for the doctor to say you can be discharged from the hospital, and then we'll leave the hospital."
He lay down, watched her pat the position next to him, and said, "Lie down next to me, or we'll go back to sleep."
She pursed her lips. She doesn't want to mess with a patient like him. She was sleepy, so she just lay next to him and tried not to squeeze him.
He moved and took her in his arms in a low voice. "Feel at ease, rest now, okay."
She could not hold back her tears after holding back all night.
Turning over and leaning against him, she could not help but burst into tears. Ivelle said, "Don't do this because of me in the future. I don't need it, and I don't want you to get hurt because of me."
He caught her on the chin. His eyes were deep, "Are you upset?"
He curled his lips, looked up, and kissed her, which made her smile bitterly because of his clumsiness.
He pushed her away slightly and said in a low voice, "All right, come on, this is a hospital."
Ivelle is an emotional person, and the emotion will not end here. She avoided his wound and buried her head on his neck.
He breathed heavily, and his voice was solemn. "Ivelle, come on, this is the hospital."
She didn't listen to him. She kissed him for a while, then stopped and wept on his heart.
He said helplessly, "This is the hospital. If you want to kiss, wait for us to go home and do it well."
She ignored him but wanted to cry. He had no choice but to calm her and said, "Did you think about it?"
With that, he added, "Let's go home and do it enough. This is a hospital, so it's inconvenient."
She looked up at him. His features were handsome and profound. He looked too good, and his voice was a little choked up. "Jordan, don't do this again. I'm not worth it. I'm not worthy of your life."
He was stunned. His body slightly stiff, and his voice was shallow. "You deserve it, and you deserve everything I've done."
She pursed her lips with unspeakable pain.
Although the bed in the VIP ward was large, it was not as good as the one at home after all. Probably because of the shock, she didn't sleep well all night.
How not wake up in the middle of the night? Every time she was in a deep sleep, she saw Jordan lying in a pool of blood.
Several times down, she was covered in sweat. Jordan found that she is having nightmares. He pulled her in his arms and patted her on the back to appease her.
When she looked at him, her heart still hurt. "Jordan, you must after me, okay?"
I'm afraid that I don't want to go through those painful moments again.
He curled his lips and said in a low voice, "What did you dream about?"
"You're gone!" When she opened her mouth, tears came out again, and her heart was still very uncomfortable.
"Silly lady, close your eyes and sleep. I'm here all the time with you!" He sighed and rubbed her long hair.
Jordan went through the discharge formalities the next day and went straight back to the villa.
Because Mr. Farro did not continue to investigate Alice, she returned to Barder's family.
It was enough to have Marcela in the villa. Jordan dismissed Harper Bradley. He and Ivelle went back to the villa.
He had a terrible headache because she didn't sleep well. As soon as Jordan got home, he frowned and said, "I'll take a bath first."
She knew he hated the smell of blood, so he was in a hurry to take a bath. Ivelle followed him when she saw him in the bathroom.
He frowned. "What's the matter?"
"I'll wash it for you."She opened her mouth and naturally raised her hand to take off his coat.
When Ivelle reached out to slide his belt, he suddenly pressed her hand. The breath was a little heavy, "All right, I'll do it myself. You go to take rest!"
She twisted her eyebrow. "You can't touch the wound with water. You can't take a shower or a bath. You can only wipe it off with a towel. How do you wipe it yourself?"
He raised his eyebrows. "It's all right. It's no big deal. Just wipe it casually."
She pursed her lips and said stubbornly, "I'll wipe it for you!"
His eyes were dark, and his eyes stared at her.
"If you do it yourself, you will pull the wound." She avoided the topic and was a little cowardly.
She hooked her lips and opened the belt by pressing her hand. Then, she held her hand and unzipped it. Her eyes getting deeper and focused.
He was not stupid. He knew what she was going to do. He suddenly withdrew her hand and said nervously, "Give yourself a simple wipe."
The man was pulled before she left the bathroom. He put his arms around her from behind, afraid to hurt his wound. She stood still and dared not move.
He looked at me intensely and said, "Is that all right?"
She blushed. "Your wound will be torn apart."
"A little injury doesn't matter."












