###Chapter 28 Ivelle Can Afford To Play Around

Jordan looked at me and said, "Can Ivelle afford to play with us?"

"Oh, sure!" I wanted to laugh. "Is this a game?"

After ordering ten glasses of wine, Kian looked at me cautiously and said, "According to the rules of the game, you can invite the people here to help you drink it, anyone can do it, but it depends on your ability. If you can, you can drink it all by yourself!"

Looking at the full wine glasses laid on the table, I arched my eyebrow as my hand could not help caressing my belly, praying in my heart, "Baby, you must hold on!"

Lifting the glasses, I looked up and drank a full glass of wine. There was a painful surge in my stomach just after a few mouthfuls of alcohol.

With a fit of nausea, I couldn't help groaning. I ran to the bathroom and retched on the toilet.

Brad followed her as she made her way to the bathroom. He said, "You are being careless with how you act. Even though you are his wife, he will not be cautious with you, but be mischievous even. You have to take care of yourself."

I sneered at him. "I am not Nicole. I don't shed a few tears just to make men obedient."

Without answering him, I said, "Is there any medicine that can reduce the damage to the fetus?"

He nodded. "Still, it's medicine after all. It's more or less harmful!"

"It's all right. Please give it to me later."

When he got up and went out of the bathroom, Kian cautiously ordered a song on the big screen, singing without a sentence, and squinted when he saw me coming back. "Why it's just one drink?" he said.

I didn't bother to pay any attention to him. I glanced at the table, except for the one I had just had, and everything else was placed indefinitely.

Jordan and Nicole were sitting next to each other. I didn't know what Nicole said to him, but he nodded lightly.

When he saw me, his black eyes sank, and then he moved away from Nicole indifferently.

My heart was so clogged that I went to the table and looked at Jordan and said sternly, "I hope that you won't break your promise!"

With that, I lifted the full wine glass, tried to resist the impulse of nausea, and drank it all away. I was not a good drinker, so when I had my third cup, my lower abdomen felt a dull pain.

Brad was realizing how wrong this was. He stopped my hand before lifting the glass, looked at Jordan, and said, "Be careful, she is still your wife. You know her body. If something goes wrong, it will be too late for you to regret it."

"You let me go!" I was already a little dizzy and slurring my words. With anger and grievance in my heart, I pushed Brad away and reached out to get another glass of wine.

Suddenly blocked by a force, I was suddenly pulled into a familiar embrace. Kian carefully looked at Jordan, checking if his brother was sure of what he's about to do, "You'll drink for her?"

"She's my wife. I'll drink the rest!" With that, he then drank the rest of the wine. Nicole looked at him and his eyes red for a moment.

I felt sick in my stomach and repeatedly wanting to retch. Jordan held me in my arms and could not break free. I sat back trying to hold onto my remaining consciousness.

Jordan did not know how much he had already drunk. Nicole suddenly stood up and looked at Kian solemnly. "You take me back!"

I could tell that her voice was angry and aggrieved.

Kian looked at Jordan with a strict and complicated look, opened his mouth, didn't know what to say for a moment, and simply followed Nicole away.

Leaving Brad, he snatched the wine glass in Jordan's hand, looked at him, and said, If you don't want anything to happen to her, take her back home as soon as possible!"

He wanted me to leave the bar already.

Jordan frowned and carried me out of the nightclub. I was a little dizzy. I didn't know how Brad got here. When I was put in the car by Jordan, I only felt a terrible pain in my lower abdomen.

The whole person curled up over his belly. Jordan twisted his eyebrows, his big palm fell on my lower abdomen, and said, "It hurts?"

I nodded and my forehead had begun to spill over with fine sweat.

He started the car and said, "Hold on, let's go to the hospital!"

I broke out in a cold sweat, quickly grabbed him, looked at his dark eyes, and shook his head, "Take me back to the villa. Let Dr. Brad come, he has the medicine and he knows how to cure me!"

He frowned with displeasure.

Afraid of how much he thought, I explained, "He's the one who took care of me after the operation, and he knows what to do!"

After a pause, he started the car and walked in the direction of the villa.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Jordan was good at driving and was really fast. It wasn't long before we arrived at the villa. Brad originally went back to get medicine, and he came quickly outside to meet us.

Jordan carried me back to my bedroom. Brad gave me medicine, and the pain in my lower abdomen gradually eased.

After tossing around for a long time, I was so dizzy and lightheaded that I fell asleep.

In my sleep, I vaguely heard Jordan call me, but I was sleeping too deeply and could not open my eyes. I subtly knew that he seemed to be changing my clothes and carrying me into the bathroom to bathe me.

Subconsciously I wanted to say no, but I couldn't wake up.

Vaguely aware that his hands ran all over my lower abdomen, I was not sure what he was doing. I wriggled my body with some resistance.

In a daze, I was carried to bed by him. I was sleepy and fell asleep once again.

The next day came.

Maybe it was because I had a drink last night, but I was still dizzy. I sat on the bed for a long time and my cell phone rang several times.

I relaxed a bit before clicking on my cell phone to have a look. It was a message from Maisie.

"What happened with that little model last night? Is everything all right?"

I massaged my forehead, still speechless, and typed her a message, "Maisie, don't you know that sex can't be done within a month after giving birth?"

Not long after the message was sent, there was a sudden call from her.

I picked it up, and Maisie's voice began, "Damn it, you should have said earlier. I gave that little model a good tip yesterday!"

After stretching, I got out of bed and opened the curtains, and said to the phone, "Let's go shopping some other day and buy you something you like. I met Nicole last night."

Maisie was stupefied. "Doesn't she claim to be as clean as a white lotus? What was she doing there?"

"She was there with Jordan and others!" Heavy rain poured down the scenery around the villa, making it more and more dazzling green.

Maisie sighed and said, "Forget it. Forget about her. Have you planned when to leave for Hempstead?"

Thinking of this, my headache just worsened. "Jordan has not yet signed the divorce agreement, and I haven't dealt with the company's affairs yet!"

She gave a hum, paused, and said, "After you take care of this, tell me when you'll leave so I can leave Hempstead also in a few days to see what good location there is. I'm also planning to transfer the bar here."

I choked up and said, "You've been in business for many years, can you let it go now?" After all, it was hard for me to transfer my painstaking career.

"It's nothing!" She opened her mouth, with a little sigh, "They are all sentimental things that keep us anchored in one place. But when I go somewhere else, it's not that I can't continue managing a bar."

At this point, she couldn't help being interested and said, "Have you ever thought about what will you do when you leave Jordan and went to Hempstead?"

I really have not to think about this yet. Dealing with this side of the matter, I must consider that my belly should also be big by then. With a big belly, finding a job and a place to live will be more or less inconvenient.