###Chapter 32 Four Years Ago

Ignoring his gloomy face, I continued to sneer, "Nicole is cultured?" Brazenly being a third party, openly rob other people's man! Jordan! What kind of educational background do you need to make you understand that there is such a big gap between the upbringing that you understand and the upbringing that I understand? "

"Ivelle!" He suddenly stepped up his strength by holding my hand, his veins on his forehead are visible and he is and clenching his teeth, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "consider yourself lucky because I don't hit women."

I laughed, enduring the pain in my wrist as if it was about to be crushed, and looked at him, "Mr. Astley is really generous, but can you please let me go? If you're holding a woman's hand like this, it will have the same effect as hitting. "

Jordan was so angry that his veins jumped on his forehead, but fortunately, he threw off my hand and said in a cold and violent voice, "you are qualified to judge Nicole, but you don't deserve it!"

He turned away coldly.

I don't deserve it? When I was hit by his original grievance and anger. I ran toward him and grabbed him from the back and smile and said, "Yes, I don't deserve it. Compared with Nicole's hypocrisy, I really don't deserve it. It's not as good as you like to play behind your back, disgust yourself, and disgust others."

After that, I ignored his anger and returned to the restaurant, with Nicole and Kian still sitting in their original seats.

When she saw me on my way back to the table Nicole still smiled and pretended to say, "Ivelle."

I gave her a cold look. I picked up all the snacks and porridge on the table and poured it on her head without hesitation.

Without waiting for her to respond, I said, "Nicole, I don't know what kind of education you had to makes you like robbing other people's things so much, pretending to ask for attention, and shading others, but I still have to tell you that you meet ghosts when you walk too much at night."

"since you liked secondhand goods so much, I'll do it for you. I like Jordan, but to tell you the truth, for a man like him who eats a bowl and looks at a pot, to be honest, I'm very sick and even sick to my stomach. Please spend more time with him recently, so that he won't have enough to eat and look for something somewhere else. Disgusting people!"

"Ivelle!" There was a sound of rage from the door of the restaurant.

I didn't turn my head to see it, so what if I'm angry? Compared to their invisible knives, I am at least glossy and aboveboard.

I finally decided to leave the restaurant. I walk past Jordan when he grabbed my wrist again. I am about to lose my temper. I looked at him and gave him a warning stare.

I thought he would let go, but I didn't expect him to suddenly pull me and rudely threw me into his car.

The car started and flew in an instant. It was running so fast and all the bumps on the road made me feel sick.

Fortunately, it didn't take long to stop, and before I could be happy, he pulled me up and carried me inside the villa.

Jordan was out of breath. He is moving like wind and he immediately took me to the bedroom.

"Bang!" The closing of the door made the whole villa tremble.

"Jordan, you let me go, you are not a man." I was in a panic, and my mouth was open, and I said what I thought.

He sneered, pinched me on the wall, and trying to calm me down. He stared at me harshly and coldly, "I'm not a man? I eat in the bowl and look at the pot? I make you sick? "

The strength of this man increased, his black eyes are staring at me deeply, and his voice was cold. I am starting to feel numb. "Ivelle, you surprised me so much."

I was pinched so hard on the wall that I couldn't even breathe. I tried to kick him hard on my feet. Even if I couldn't speak, I didn't want to admit defeat. Even if I was stuck to the end, it will be better than making him think that I'm terrified of him and give him the chance to take advantage of my weakness.

For a long time that I cannot breathe, brain hypoxia, a moment of dizziness hit me have a moment of feeling, he wants to strangle me!

For a moment, he let me go, and as soon as I was free, he leaned over and blocked my mouth with his mouth.

At this time, I was completely unable to move, and my heart fluctuated with anger. "Jordan, is that all you can do? You're satisfied in just bullying women?"

He sneered; his black eyes are glowing with bloodlust.

I panicked. I looked at his ruthless and surly eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Jordan, you can't do this to me!"

Jordan's hands were on both sides of me, and the man's lips fell on me again.

I frowned with pain, panicked and confused, "Jordan, you will regret it!"

He just paused slightly and said in a low, hoarse voice, "be good, I'll be gentle!"

Bastard!

I was completely routed for a time, and the grievances I had accumulated for a long time broke out completely at this moment.

My tears rolled down like heavy rain, from the low sobs to the final wailing, regardless of how Jordan felt.

At last, he stopped and soothed me hoarsely, and the more he spoke, the louder I cried.

In the end, there was nothing he could do. He held me in his arms to pacify me, from gentle coaxing to loud threats.

As soon as I cried, I couldn't stop completely. He had no choice but to hold me in his arms and let me cry.

For a long time, I cried hoarsely, tears were gone, and began to quiet down.

"Are you done crying?" He spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

I was silent, and my eyes are hurting so much that I couldn't open them. I didn't want to talk to him either.

"Four years ago, when I sent my grandfather to the southwest border to meet his old comrades-in-arms, I met a group of outlaws on the road." He put his arms around me and suddenly opened his mouth, with a touch of melancholy and sadness in his voice that I had never seen and heard before.

Not knowing what he was going to say, I simply kept silent and let him hold me. I waited and listened to him to continue what he's about to say, "The border is poor and their materials are scarce. At that time, there were wars in several border countries. Those outlaws were seeking refuge. They broke into the homes of my grandfather's old comrades-in-arms and tried to threaten us to bring them into the country. At that time, the situation was urgent, and undocumented people were not allowed to enter the country. Grandpa was an old soldier and defended the country for decades. Nature does not know how to break the law, so he immediately threatened to die rather than obey. They were all outlaws, and when they saw that Grandpa did not agree, they had to kill them. Grandpa's old comrade-in-arms also died in order to cover for me and Grandpa at that time."