###Chapter 382 Buried Resentment – Part 6

"Because of my background, I used to think that marrying Jordan was the blessing of my life. Even though I know that he is affectionate towards Nicole Blakeley. One thunderous night, the moment he heard the thunder, he woke up in the middle of his sleep because he was worried that Nicole was afraid. He even drove a few hours just to appease her. But during that time, he didn't know how envious I was in my heart. I, too, was afraid of the thunder and lightning. But I didn't dare call Jordan because I knew he had someone to protect. So, I had to curl up by myself through that thunderous night and any other thunderous nights that followed."

The truth was, these memories passed through her mind like an old video that was clearly engraved on a hard drive. If no one mentioned it, it was as if it never existed. But once it was mentioned, Ivelle could still feel the bitter pain.

Even after all this time, the meaning of these memories was probably the same for her.

Ivelle could see that Liam wanted to comfort her, but then she saw his eyes fell behind her. Liam paused slightly and said nothing.

Ivelle could easily guess who it was that Liam saw behind her. And true enough, the moment she looked at her back, it was Jordan. She saw his eyes were light with thick obscurity.

Soon, Liam got up, said a few words, and left.

Meanwhile, Blossom ran to the yard to play with snowballs, leaving Jordan and Ivelle inside the huge living room.

Ivelle turned her back on him and looked down at her cell phone. She didn't know how much he had overheard about what she had just said to Liam.

She could not help but sigh. She was speechless.

But as soon as she felt that her shoulders were cold, Jordan immediately covered them with his coat. He casually reminded her, "It's winter in the capital. Always remember to wear something thicker."

Jordan's voice was low, dull, and hoarse as he said this. It was very different from his usual magnetic and voluptuous voice, which was almost fatal.

Ivelle nodded, raised her hand, and pulled her clothes. She saw that the cigarette butt Jordan had taken out of nowhere was lit.

She frowned subconsciously and watched him gracefully put the cigarette butt into his mouth. She couldn't help but think about how long it has been since the last time she had seen him smoke.

The Astley group seemed to be facing a big problem this time.

"I wonder if it will snow tomorrow," Ivelle suddenly spoke to break the silence in the atmosphere around them.

Meanwhile, Jordan took a long puff and sandwiched the cigarette butt between his slender fingertips. For Ivelle, he looked particularly elegant as he did this.

He then told her, "I'll watch the snow with you in the evening." The remark sounded inexplicable, but it inexplicably sounded with joy.

Because she was born in the south, she had already seen snow. What she hadn't seen yet was the scene of snowflakes covering the flat ground. Ivelle excitedly thought that it would be extremely beautiful.

Ivelle got up and walked up to Jordan with a smile at the corners of her mouth. Then she told him, "Well, ever since I was a child, I've never seen the snow fall all night long. I'm a little excited to think about it."

He looked back at her and she could smell the scent of tobacco on his breath. It both smelled familiar and fragrant.

Not wanting to smoke the cigarette in front of Ivelle, Jordan removed the cigarette butt from his fingertips. He then told her, "Ivelle, people you don't want to see cannot be seen."

Ivelle was slightly stunned upon hearing this. She looked up at him and bumped into his deep black eyes.

At the corners of her eyes, Ivelle glanced at the spark in his hand. She didn't know what kind of mood she was in. Suddenly, she raised her hand, took the cigarette butt from his hand, and took a shallow breath with the cigarette in her mouth.

She could feel that the full-bodied cigarette was a little choking. Although she tried to, she couldn't get the fragrant scent she had smelled from Jordan when he was smoking a while ago. Fortunately, she didn't puff hard at it. But the smoke from the cigarette just made her feel bad.

Suddenly, Jordan opened his mouth and said, "Stop that!" Then he took the cigarette from her hand, pinched it out, and threw it into the dustbin.

His dark eyes fell on Ivelle. And she saw that his eyes were somewhat dim and unclear. Jordan told her, "If you are in a bad mood, you can vent on me."

Ivelle smiled and shook her head. She replied, "Jordan, I'm sleepy." Indeed, she felt really sleepy. For someone like her who had too many things in her heart, she felt bitter and depressed whenever she was awake.

Jordan held her in his arms and used his strength as he embraced her tight. As her whole body was held by him like that, she still felt some pain in her heart.

She began to say, "When I first met her, I was happy. It was as if it was fated. At that time, I thought that when she reached old age, she could still be so elegant and beautiful. It was really a gift from God. But she hurt me because of Nicole. Back in the warehouse, I felt the death of my child a little bit. I hated her at that time. And I swore that if I would live through that pain, I wanted her to feel the pain ten times more than the pain of losing my child."

When it came to children, the pain in her heart became more rampant.

Ivelle paused and gasped. She pressed her chest and continued to say, "But I didn't think about it. In the end, I paid a high price. If I could turn back time, I would rather choose that we had never met, that I had never married you, and that I had never been to Hempstead. Maybe it would have been a blessing if I had never met you in my life."

As Jordan hugged her, she could feel his pain. And the pain in her heart only got worse.

His breath was slightly thick and hinted of depression.

But Ivelle continued to speak as if she was a manipulated puppet, "When I left here four years ago, I wanted to hate you. I even thought that I would stay away from you all my life, and away from all the people around me. Just like when I was born, I could live alone."

"But where would I get the will to go on in life and get what I want? When I met you at Primrose, I found that I could not hate you anymore. I had squeezed out the resentment I kept in my heart for many years, that even venting had become a luxury. I knew that if I could not hate you, then naturally, I could not hate her. She was my mother, and I could never change that fact. No matter how big her mistake was, I knew I had to bear all the pain calmly in the end."

Ivelle had put all the resentment and pain under her heart and she let them grow crazily over time.

She knew that everyone wanted her to let go of the past and start all over again. But the despair buried deep in her heart would just grow if it was fed with resentment sooner or later.

Jordan replied to her, "When you left me four years ago, I went back to this cold villa and looked at the empty house. Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night and would hear the baby crying and hear your pain. Then I would start to feel as if I had been strangled by the neck and would feel suffocated. Not long after, Felix asked me to move out. But I didn't want to leave. Although the house was empty, at least I could still feel your breath here."

He continued to say, "Ivelle, both of us are like people with broken souls. Even kites with broken strings are entangled together to be able to fly."

Ivelle looked up at him and saw that his eyes were very soft. "Here," he began to say as his slender fingers fell on his heart. His voice was low as he continued to say, "No one has ever set foot here but you."

Ivelle curled her lips and took a long breath. She now felt that she should not indulge in the mud of the past.

As she straightened up, she told him, "Jordan, I want you to be quiet now."

Suddenly she realized that she could not resent Erin. After all, she was her mother. And the things that she had done wrong began with Jordan.

In fact, if Nicole had not returned to the Biden's house in the first place, nothing would have happened.

Nicole was innocent, Erin was innocent, and even Jordan was innocent.

Her starting point was the love she had for the people she cared about. That was why in the end, even if everyone was scarred, there was no way for her to hate them.

That night, she didn't have the chance to know what else Jordan wanted to say because she pushed him away. But then, she realized that she couldn't just study the past in detail. Because once she did, then even she wouldn't know what to do with the grievances she was withholding.

Back in the bedroom, she locked the bedroom door behind her and moved away from Jordan.