###Chapter 338 The Substitute – Part 3

Kyle Branson's words with the meaning of a complaint, I pursed my lips and did not open my mouth.

Jordan frowned, his voice was low and cold, and his eyes fell on me. "Where else does hurt?"

I shook my head slightly and smiled. "It's all right. I'm all right. Are you done?"

The surrounding air is too quiet, can vaguely hear the sound of someone breathing, is surprised, but also unexpected and also confused.

Jordan seemed to have no intention of letting it go. He touched the wound on my face and his eyes were deep and cold.

"I hold it in the palm of my hand, and I don't want to touch the slightest person. How can you be hurt here?" He spoke lightly, but with a faint taste of bloodlust.

For a moment, Selena Monroe's face was pale and colorless, and her light and soft body took a few steps back as if she had lost her center of gravity.

Trixie Bodie also reflected that something was wrong, her face was very pale, and there were many questions and ambiguities in her eyes looking at Selena Monroe. She seemed to be asking about the relationship between me and Jordan.

I know Jordan is angry, but after all, this is his company. I simply don't care about him. According to my understanding of him, Selena Monroe will not be able to survive in the show business in the future.

He just opened his mouth and said, "I'm fine. Let's go. What are we going to eat later?"

His black eyes fell on Trixie Bodie, cold and bloodthirsty, and his voice was low and vaguely murderous. "You can call back as other people call," he said.

As soon as these words came out, Trixie Bodie's legs softened and suddenly knelt on the ground, looking at me and Jordan, her voice trembling, "Mr. Astley, I was wrong. I didn't mean it just now. I apologize to this young lady. I beg you. I apologize to this young lady."

Jordan did not open his mouth, but just looked at her coldly, in a low and merciless voice, Ïf you kill someone, will they be able to live again with just a word sorry?"

Trixie Bodie was stupefied, dried her tears, looked at me, looked very pale, and opened her mouth, "I didn't mean to hit you, you can hit me back, you can slap as many times as you like, but Ms. Astley, I beg you, for Miss Selena's future and my future, I beg you, raise your hand and give her away back."

Jordan did not open his mouth but looked at me. The corners of his bloodthirsty mouth softened a little and became a little soft. "Are you afraid of hand pain?"

He held my hand in the palm of his hand, motioned to me to stretch out my palm, and then looked coldly at Trixie Bodie.

Trixie Bodie, who knew how to keep abreast of the times, got up from the ground and walked into me.

Before I knew it, I heard the loud sound of a slap. The slap was made by Jordan holding my hand, saying that it was appropriate for Jordan to hit her. I did not make any effort, and I may have withdrawn my hand before touching her face.

But the heavy slap just now made Trixie Bodie bleed from the corners of her mouth, and it was Jordan who made the next effort.

For a moment there was a gloomy, cold air in the air, and Jordan's anger did not go away.

He looked at Trixie Bodie with a cold voice. "I don't want to see you again."

Then he took a cold look at Selena Monroe, and his eyes were as cold as ice, and he did not open his mouth, but it was enough to show that Jordan was disgusted with her.

When my hand was held by him, he was a little helpless. "Don't be soft again in the future!" Looking at Kyle Branson, he frowned, vaguely unhappy, and even looked at Felix Stewart with a cold look.

I know he did it because I was wronged, but to put it bluntly, I don't blame them.

He took the initiative to take his arm, I looked up at him and said, "Have you finished your work? I'm a little hungry."

He smiled, raised his hand, and shaved it on the wing of my nose, in front of everyone, but made no secret of his doting, "Well, let's go back to eat delicious food."

When Jordan and I came out of the studio, we couldn't help sighing vaguely, and it was estimated that the whole Astley was going to explode.

Sure enough, not long after walking, I heard an incredible voice behind me, "Who is this woman?"

"So, who is Substitute?"

The voice behind me was far away. When I got into the car, I looked sideways at him. "Is Selena Monroe really look like me?"

He hooked his lips, smiled, and his finger fell on my cheek for a moment. "No, she doesn't deserve to talk to you!"

I pursed my lips and said no more. Has Jordan become soft and gentle? As a matter of fact, no, four years have made his means more vicious.

However, he knows more than before how to hide his emotions, he gave me the only warmth and love left, which is the only warmth he has.

Back to the villa, Blossom squatted in the yard and played with a furry little Teddy.

I was stupefied for a moment. I couldn't help looking back at Jordan. "did you take her over?"

He nodded, "When I finish the work here, I will go back to the capital. I have arranged the school for Blossom, and I will take her to have a good time during this time."

Seeing us coming back, Blossom ran towards me and said excitedly, "Mom, can I keep it?"

She pointed her finger at the brown Teddy, which was so small that it looked like it was three months old infant.

I frowned and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Jordan said, "You don't have time in the future. You can let it spend more time with Blossom. She always has friends."

When she came back from Primrose, Blossom seemed to be a little quiet. When she was with Jed before, this little girl always had endless words, but she seemed to talk less after leaving Primrose.

The sudden change of environment, and no friends, so that she can keep a dog, also good.

I nodded and agreed.

The meal was ready at home. Mrs. Yeardly was old and went home to provide for the aged. Jordan found a new babysitter.

She is a middle-aged woman in her forties. Her name is Mrs. Osil.

It wasn't long before Felix Stewart came over. Jordan sat in the living room with no intention of being taboo.

Felix Stewart opened his mouth, looking a little perturbed. "Mr. Astley, I was negligent about what happened today. What are your plans for Selena Monroe?"

Jordan put the player's mobile phone skillfully, but vaguely air-conditioned. "She is unqualified for the star. Since she has been a popular flower for four years now, it is time to give young people a chance."

Felix Stewart was stupefied for a moment, nodded, and said, "Well, what should her assistant Trixie Bodie do with it?"

Jordan said to raise his eyebrows, and there was a faint chill on his handsome eyebrows. "You'll see how to deal with this."

After a pause, he looked up at Felix Stewart and frowned, "The actors of the promotional film will be re-selected for something pleasing to the eye."

Felix Stewart nodded, then looked at me and left.

Blossom seems to like little Teddy, named it Snowball, always holding it and talking to himself.

Looking at Jordan, I couldn't help saying, "In fact, you don't have to ban her. I don't have a big deal. I won't go so far!"

He smiled, blew cold the eggs cooked by Mrs. Osil on the palm of his hand, approached me slightly, peeled them, and rubbed them on my face, mainly to remove bruises.

In fact, Trixie Bodie played not so exaggerated, leaving traces that have almost dissipated, but Jordan is too nervous.