###Chapter 393 You Will Hurt Not Only Me – Part 6

###Chapter 393 You Will Hurt Not Only Me – Part 6

I looked up and looked at his well-defined features, determined and serious, "I love you Jordan."

He smiled, like the sunny day in April, "I love you, too."

This is the first time that we tell each other's hearts like this.

He said, "Thank you!"

I was stunned. "For what?"

"Thank you for loving me, thank you for coming back."

The winter in the capital is very long, starting in November and spreading to February and March of the following year.

Blossom caught a cold. I got up in the morning and didn't wake up for a long time.

When Jordan was away, he left a note on the nightstand saying, "It's cold. Remember to put on more clothes when you go out and drink more Scald."

I smiled and received the note.

Looking at the red face of Blossom, it is inevitable to feel distressed. After all, I took out my cell phone and called Brad Silverman.

"Hello, Ivelle!" The man's words are cold and rusty.

I didn't care. I was silent for a moment and said, "Dr. Silverman, can you come over to the eastern suburbs? Blossom has a fever, and there are too many people in the hospital. I'm afraid it's easy to get cross-infected."

This is an excuse, but everything needs a starting point, otherwise, how can you solve the problem.

On the other end of the phone, Brad was silent for a moment and said, "Good!"

When the words were over, he hung up the phone.

In about twenty minutes, he came. When I opened the door, I was a little surprised.

"Are you running errands around here?" You know, it will take at least forty minutes from where he lives to here. He came here so soon. It is impossible for him to fly here except that he was nearby.

He folded his lips and did not answer my question, but said, "How is Blossom?"

"She still has a fever. Her temperature is a little high!" I opened my mouth, got out of the way, and let him in.

He carried the medicine box in his hand and went in immediately. I looked at him. In fact, Brad was very good to Blossom.

They are father and daughter anyway, related by blood cannot be broken.

He followed me into the Blossom's bedroom, took her temperature, looked back at me, and said, "Is there any ice at home?"

I nodded, "Yes!"

"Take a towel and wrap ice with it to cool her physically. I'll find some thick quilts and turn off the heat in the house."

With that, he began to look for something in the medicine box.

I was stupefied. "Why? It is cold, then why we should turn off the heat? Can the child stand it?"

He stopped, looked up at me, and squinted. "Are you the doctor or am I?"

"You." I shut up, turned around, and went to the kitchen to look for ice. According to what he said, I turned off the heat in the room and found the quilt.

When he was ready, he looked at me, and his eyes fell on me, frowning slightly. "Go and wait in the living room. I'll do it!"

I was going to say something, but he didn't seem to want me to stay here and I noticed that he had little clothes on him.

I simply went out of Blossom's bedroom, there is a stove in the bedroom, Jordan called hourly workers that come every morning to light the heater, the heater can last a day, so it is not cold.

About half an hour later, Brad came out and put the medicine box on the table in the living room. He went into the kitchen to wash his hands.

He opened his mouth and said, "The high fever has gone down. Stay at home for two days and take good care of her. Let her eat something light and don't let her eat it if it's hot and sour."

After a pause, he added, "I left the medicine. She can just take it once a day in her room. You don't have to feed her too much. It's bad for children to take medicine. It's poison."

I nodded, stood next to him, and saw that he was black right now, obviously because of the dark circles left by not sleeping well.

After thinking about it, I said, "It seems to be snowing outside again. It's almost noon. Why don't you stay for dinner?"

Because of Blossom, I admit that there are days when I don't want to see him, and some even don't want him to step into the Astley family.

I even thought that Jordan would have nothing to do with him so that no one would rob me of Blossom.

But I can't be so selfish!

He paused slightly, turned off the water, pulled a tissue to wipe his hands, and looked sideways at me. "You cook?"

After a pause, I nodded. After thinking about it, I said, "I'll cook later, and there's no one to help me watch Blossom, so you should help me and take care of her."

He gathered his eyebrows and nodded in agreement.

I breathed a sigh of relief and saw that he did not stay in the living room, but went straight into the bedroom of Blossom.

Also, the father always takes care of his daughter.

Jordan and I, after all, should have a child.

I found some ingredients in the refrigerator because I can't feed the heavy ones on Blossom, so I basically make them all light.

The meal for three was ready in a minute.

When I went to Blossom's bedroom to call those two, Blossom was already awake, sitting on the bed playing games with Brad, and the little girl was still hoarse.

Laughing and coughing again and again, Brad was relieved and spoiled all over her face.

"It's time to eat!" I opened my mouth and broke the beautiful view of the father and daughter.

Do you want to be warmhearted?

But when I saw them laughing, I still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, I brought up this child.

It's my salvation!

When the two returned to their senses, the smile on Brad's face dispersed, and he got up and bent down to embrace Blossom.

Blossom naturally stretched out her hand and smiled, and said, "Mom, just now Uncle Brad and I played brain teasers. I asked him if he hit his head with durian and watermelon. What hurts more? Guess what hurts the most?"

Brad came out of the bedroom with Blossom in his arms, and my attention was on the interaction between father and daughter.

I replied, "Durian!"

Blossom laughed because she was so excited that the little girl coughed again.

Brad was angry at her and said peacefully, "Don't laugh if your voice is not ready yet."

The remark was harsh, but it was obviously spoiled.

Blossom eased up, looked at me, and said, "Mom, you and Uncle Brad have the same answer. How can durian and watermelon hurt? Of course, it hurts more when you are hit in the head!"

The little girl opened his mouth and kept pulling Brad to continue to play brain teasers.

On the dinner table, Blossom ate more than usual, happy and excited, and soon fell asleep.

On the sofa, Brad packed the medicine box and was ready to leave.

I was silent for a moment and said, "Dr. Silverman, do you have a minute? Can we talk?"

He folded his lips, nodded, and sat back on the sofa, "Sure"

With a slight sigh, I went straight to the subject. "When Maisie left, she said, don't let Blossom and Brad know each other for the rest of their lives."

As soon as these words came out, his eyes became cold, mixed with pain, and he said, "I understand!"

"No one can deny that Blossom is your child." I opened my mouth, feeling a little calm, "Including Maisie."

He seemed to look up at me in some surprise and frown, "So?"

"This in itself is a matter between you and Maisie, and I don't have the right to interfere, but there is no way. Blossom has been raised by my side since childhood. I raised her as if she were my own daughter. Everyone has feelings. I hope you can understand."