###Chapter 362 Me After I Met You – Part 6

When she looked at Felix, he looked at her differently. It was with sympathy and pain.

What happened to her?

Unable to extricate herself from the mood, she had no way to calm down. Her only consciousness was to curl herself on the ground. She was clinging to her head and tearing my hair.

She was not sick. She was really not sick.

Her consciousness was back again. Even after an hour later, Jordan stood by her side. Ivelle looked around to search for Blossom but she did not see her. Not even her shadow.

Pulling Jordan near her, she said, "Has Blossom been taken away by Brad?"

He gently grabbed her. He shook his head and looked at her softly before he said, "No, she's asleep, in her room."

Her body was wrapped around him in his arms, especially tight. And his voice was low and magnetic when he said, "Brad will not take her away. She will always be our daughter and will always be by our side. Don't worry, she won't leave us."

With his promising and comforting words, Ivelle calmed down because of the assurance he gave her. She leaned against his arms and listened to his heartbeat. After that, they began to hear the loud whisper of the long silence.

He patted her on the back as if to appease me. He said, "Sorry, I am too busy these days. I'm sorry that I ignore you. You can blame me for not taking good care of you if you want."

She shook her head and curled her lips, but she did not want to open her mouth to speak.

He sighed with a deep voice, as if to discuss with her, and said, "Ivelle, let's go to the hospital tomorrow, shall we?"

She froze almost subconsciously and he felt it. But at about the same time, he hugged her even more tightly.

"Don't be afraid, we're just going to have a look." He spoke, and his voice was full of soothing breath.

Ivelle did not plan to speak so she just pursed her lips and nodded after a long time.

Going to the hospital might really show that she was ill. After four years, she thought she had recovered and thought she was relieved and was cured. But she did not think of it, no.

That night, she had no insomnia, nor was she grumpy. Jordan did not go to the company and stayed with her all the time.

The next day.

Felix came early and picked up Blossom. Ivelle watched Blossom walked for a long time before she regained her senses.

Jordan took his car keys and pulled her. He tightened his strength and said, "Blossom will be back in the evening. Don't worry."

Ivelle nodded and followed him into the car. Sitting in the passenger's seat, she was restless and even inexplicably irritable. She thought Jordan would take her to a public hospital, but he took her to a private hospital instead.

Without choosing a department or naming anything to see, he pulled her all the way into an office and asked her to sit and wait.

Jordan was by her side and there was no one in the office. Ivelle looked at him and asked, "What are we doing here?"

He tapped her hand to appease her and said in a low voice, "We're going to see a doctor. We will talk with the doctor later. Don't think about it. Just answer what the doctor asks, okay?"

Ivelle nodded, but in such a cramped space, there was always a sense of suffocation.

In about ten minutes, an old man of about sixty came in. He was dressed in a white lab coat. After looking at Jordan, he nodded and smiled which was regarded as a greeting. After that, his eyes fell on her face. Not before long, maybe about a few seconds, he looked at Jordan and said nothing, but said faintly, "Do you want to accompany her?"

Jordan nodded as his response. The doctor raised his lips and raised his eyebrow but did not continue to say anything.

After looking at the information in his hand, he turned his eyes to me and said, "How is the quality of your sleep these days?"

Ivelle answered, "It's alright." Her heart had been vaguely a little irritable, she did not like such small space, this was like being interrogated the same way to chat.

Her stomach swelled and she did not wait for the doctor to ask the next question. She suddenly got up and went to the bathroom. There was really nothing to throw up, so she finally vomited blood. When she saw that touch of scarlet, she froze herself.

How could there be blood? The latter question was not asked by the doctor, but he looked at her with some worry in his eyes and asked me to walk in the hallway or go downstairs.

Jordan pulled her and told her several times, "Don't run around, wait for me downstairs or wait for me in the hallway. Don't go too far."

Ivelle nodded and laughed. She felt a little far-fetched.

He pulled her while his hand was very tight. He looked at the doctor and said, "Well, I'll come over some other time and talk to you in detail. That's all for today."

The doctor looked at her, nodded, sighed slightly, and said no more.

He pulled her down the stairs and got into the car. Ivelle looked at Jordan's white face. "Is it very serious?"

He smiled, his deep eyes fell on her face and his long fingers shuttled her whole face. His voice was gentle as he spoke, "No, don't think about it. Maybe it's just a bad stomach. Let Felix come over and prescribe some medicine later."

Saying that he sounded like he was comforting himself so she looked at him and she began to be silent. In fact, they all knew what was going on, but no one wanted to be transparent.

Back at the villa, he hugged her tight as if he did not want to leave for a moment. She seemed to be sleepy easily, but she could not sleep deeply. Knowing that he was always by her side, Ivelle was very down-to-earth. After half a minute, she woke up and saw that he seemed to be on the balcony on the phone.

It was not loud, but it could be heard.

"She's not sick, she's just too tired lately." He suppressed emotion in his voice and did not know what was said on the other end of the phone.

His silhouette was vaguely lonely and persistent, "No, I'll take care of her."

It seemed that the man on the other end of the phone was persuading him, and he was silent for a moment. His voice low was trying to make his mood appear calmer.

"I won't let her receive psychotherapy. She can't bear to expose her pain to others like that, and I don't want her to do this. I waited for four years, and I was at a loss for four years. When I saw her in Primrose, she buried all her darkness and pain in her mind. Blossom was the only pillar of her life. I know what she's worried about. I can do anything as long as it makes her happy and gives her peace of mind."

Ivelle got up and walked to the balcony and the voice on the other end of the phone could be heard. The man was as if it were Jon's voice.

Jon's tone was a little anxious. "Jordan, yes, you can do anything, but have you considered the people who love her and those who want to protect her? You know very well in your heart that depression could not be cured at all. She spent all her attention and energy on Blossom during her four years in Primrose. Now that she gets a little bit of news that Blossom is going to leave, it has deteriorated her to this stage. Have you ever thought that Blossom will grow up and leave in the future? What are you going to do? Does it make her completely crazy, then?"

There was a suffocating silence in the room, and Jordan's back quivered a little. For a long time, he spoke, with water vapor in his voice, "I will always be with her."

Jon seemed to have no way to speak carefully but he said, a little discouraged, "Jordan, you are not protecting her, you are hurting her."