###Chapter 392 You Will Hurt Not Only Me – Part 5

After sitting in the bedroom and waiting for a long time, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

I packed up all the clothes he had changed and left them outside the bath.

After waiting for a long time, I couldn't help but worry when I saw that there was no water in the bathroom and he didn't come out for a long time.

I pushed the door and entered, I immediately saw Jordan's strong and well-defined back, subconsciously, I turned my back and said, "Jordan, put on your pajamas when you're done."

When I didn't hear a response, I frowned and opened my mouth again. "Jordan, I said ..."

I was suddenly hugged by him from behind, the damp breath surrounded me, I was stiff for a moment, the breath slightly paused, then I said "Jordan, I said to you ..."

"Call your husband!" He opened his mouth, his chin pressed against my shoulder, and his hot breath hit me on the neck.

"You. Put on your pajamas. " It's not like we didn't experience these kinds of things before, but I have the heart to resist, so I seldom have anything with him.

He didn't do anything but kept me a little tight. I was wearing a dress at the wedding banquet, but I changed into comfortable pajamas as soon as I got back because of trouble.

Through the thin fabric, I could almost clearly detect the change in his body.

Don't forget he is a man, a man in his prime.

I raised my hand, held his bony hand, and opened my mouth slightly. "Jordan, it's getting late."

He graciously, as if the drunkenness had not dissipated, pulled my body and made me look into his eyes.

Almost without any suspense, he kissed me on the lips, eager and restrained.

Suffocated by his kiss, I raised my hand and tried to stop him, but I was held by his backhand, "Ivelle, he didn't touch you, did he?"

I froze, almost completely unaware of who he was referring to.

"What?"

He didn't open his mouth, but some kisses swept in like a storm as if he will eat me alive.

He's in the mood.

I found out when I was in the hotel, but why?

I thought he was tired, but now it seems that he is not.

The bathroom was filled with heat, and there was nothing on his sturdy body, just emotions, and desires.

"Jordan!" I opened my mouth and I was picked up by him.

He stopped, his breath was heavy, and his dark eyes looked at me vaguely.

Obviously confused.

"Are you angry?" I opened my mouth, confused and cautious.

He looked at me, his black eyes slightly converged, his eyes as gentle and soft as ever.

"No?" He spoke with a bit of hoarseness in his voice, which was obviously the result of strong restraint.

I shook my head. "Yes, but let's not do it here, okay?"

He put his arms around me and his voice was low and introverted. "Good!"

We go back to the bedroom and put me on the bed.

Men and women can be honest with each other, but the atmosphere is different at this time.

That night, I did not fall asleep for a long time, lying next to him, my heart ached vaguely.

In the latter part of the night, I fell asleep vaguely, and there was a groan of pain in my ear. I sat up straight and turned on the bedside lamp.

Jordan's head was sweaty, his brows frowned, and he kept shouting in pain.

He had a nightmare.

I woke him up, "Jordan."

When he woke up, he saw me, recovered for a moment, hugged me suddenly, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Ivelle, don't go!"

I was stupefied for a moment, reached out and pulled him to appease, "I'm not leaving!"

When he went back to bed, he put his arms around me. I raised my hand and wiped his sweat and said, "Did you had a bad dream?"

He nodded, took me in his arms, took a deep breath, and said, "The darkness has hollowed me out, Ivelle, you are all I have left."

Only later did I know that I was not the only one who was in pain. In four years, I had Blossom to help me heal, but he only suffers by himself.

I moved and huddled into his arms. "As long as you need me, I won't go. I won't go for the rest of my life."

He is not the only one who is lonely. Jordan and I are like two puppets at the bottom of the sea. We need to snuggle up to each other to survive the darkness.

He said, "You see, this room is empty. Every time I wake up in the middle of the night, it's cold around me, as if you never showed up. Sometimes I wonder if you will never show up in the past years. I came up with you because I was too lonely."

"In the villa in Hempstead, every time I went home, I feel empty. Later, I went to the graveyard to see my grandma and grandpa. Their tombstones were so clear that I began to wonder if I was in a dream. On the way back to the villa, I had the idea of driving my car down the cliff and wanted to wake up from my dream."

I held his hand, our fingers interlocked, and my heart ached vaguely. "I'm sorry!"

He said, "Ivelle, Grandpa taught me how to survive in business and how to confront my enemies, but he didn't teach me how to love, how to meet you. I took temptation as love and hurt you. I'm sorry."

I shook my head and tears fell from my eyes. "I'm too stubborn."

No one is perfect. For seven years, I seemed to accept it, but I never really put myself in his shoes.

I love him in the wrong way.

About the child, if I tell him what I want, I don't need a false miscarriage to deceive him, show weakness to him, and don't blindly want to leave.

He would not worry that I would leave him after I had the strength of the Biden family, let alone let our children die, let alone let Maisie dies because of me, let alone let my biological mother and father become like this, with resentment.

That night, we hugged each other and repented each other.

Love is a kind of ability, love is to give, tolerance and support are more precious.

Jordan said, "I don't want to have the last four years again, too long, too lonely."

I wet my eyes, "We will not be like that again, we will go on like this, for the rest of our lives."

My body was hugged by him, and his voice was low. He said, "Ivelle, say you love me!"