###Chapter 413 We all Know what We Want - Part 5

###Chapter 413 We all Know what We Want - Part 5

He raised his eyebrow and didn't open his mouth, obviously waiting for my next sentence.

"Frida is very much like Maisie. She has the innocence, cheerfulness, enthusiasm, and frankness of Maisie. When I am with her, I sometimes have the illusion that Maisie is still there, and we are still the same as before."

As I looked at him, I saw that he was listening to me very carefully, and I continued to say, "and Blair is more like me, humble and stubborn, probably we are the same kind of person. I can empathize with her situation, so I can't help but take care of her."

To be exact, Blair was more like who I used to be. I knew the pain of waiting and knew that I am in love with a broken head, but I still wanted to stick with it.

As I noticed that Jordan had no movement, I looked up at him and saw his pair of dark night eyes motionless and it was looking at me.

I was stupefied for a moment, "Jordan."

"I'm sorry!" He reached out and pulled me closer to his arms, his voice deep and introverted. "There are some things that I will not let happen again."

As I was lying in his arms and listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat, I reacted in hindsight that he was blaming himself.

I sighed slightly and said, "Jordan, I didn't mean to blame you for what I've said just now, so don't think about it."

He graciously said in a low voice, "I know!"

I can't help sighing that the meaning of memory for us was probably to remind us to cherish and live well in the present.

Alice looked in our direction and raised the corners of her mouth, she was obviously smiling. Her action attracted Erin and Andrew, who had been chatting all the time, so all three of them looked at us for a while.

I can't help but to felt embarrassed for a moment, so I moved my position and distanced myself from Jordan.

He lowered his voice and said, "hold back a little bit."

Jordan's voice was whispering in my ears, "You and I are a couple, how to restrain?"

When I got up and went into the living room, I was always looked like this, somewhat embarrassed. In the kitchen, I walked around as I was thinking about what to send to Blair. Because she doesn't walk around much, she doesn't know what she likes to eat. As I was thinking in this way, I took out my cell phone and called her.

It wasn't long before she got through, and her voice was a little hoarse. "Happy New year, Ivelle!"

I was stupefied, and I couldn't help but say, "It's the only afternoon. It's not even early in the morning. What would you like to eat?"

She was a little surprised, "What?" She said, "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

I looked at the things in the kitchen and said, "I've bought a lot of foods at home. You've just come out early this month and you're still breastfeeding. It's not much for me to do so much for today's New year, I'll have Jordan deliver the foods to you."

The phone was muted for a moment, and it took a moment to arrive. "Thank you, Ivelle, you are the first person to call and care about me."

I pursed my lips. I felt sad and couldn't help saying, "Where is Liam? Has the child's fever gone down?"

"Well, the baby is fine!" She answered the question and said in a shallow voice, "Uncle sent some foods just now. I asked him to bring some back as soon as he came over."

I smiled and said, "No, there's some here, too. You can keep it."

As I was afraid of her going on, I said, "By the way, you haven't told me what you would like to eat? I'll bring you some more later."

"Anything is fine. I'm not picky about food!" She said, "But, please don't bring too much food. I can't finish it."

I was not stunned, smiled, and responded with a few greetings.

After hanging up the phone, I looked around the kitchen. There seemed to be no box to pack.

I can't help shouting to the outside, "Jordan, come here" I heard footsteps coming in, but I didn't look at him. I bowed my head and looked for the lunch box. "Do you have a packing box at home? I'll get the things ready first, and you'll deliver them to Blair later."

He didn't reply to me. I frowned and looked at him. I saw that it was Erin. She was squatting to look for a box under the cupboard. With a surprised smile on his face, he could not help but look back and say, "I found it, here."

As I looked back, I was looking at her doubtfully. She was stupefied. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Sir Astley is with your dad and they went for a walk around the neighborhood."

I nodded. I got up and took the box from her hand and said faintly, "Thank you!"

Then I began to match the food myself.

"What can I do for you?" She stood by and asked.

I shook my head, I was cold, and said, "Nothing, Thank you!"

She was silenced by a tone that was too rusty. When I packed the food and saw that she was still standing behind me, I was stupefied. I didn't talk to her and went straight out of the kitchen.

She pulled my wrist.

I frowned and said with a little displease in my voice, "What's the matter?"

"Ivelle, can we talk, please?" Erin's tears were about to come out. Although she was getting old, the skin of her beauty was still clear.

When I looked back at her, my eyes fell on her face with some change of mood, and my heart suddenly began to ache, as if I had been pinched by my heart, and it even hurt to inhale.

What causes it? I have no idea.

I finally found my own voice as I was looking at her, I act a little cold and said, "Let's not talk about it." I don't want to bear the feeling that I picked up the wound and began to analyze why I was hurt.

There was choking in her voice and she said, "Ivelle, I know you that hate me!"

I lowered my eyes and looked at the wound that was a cut because of mischief when I was a child. This wound has been on my body for so many years. If I don't look carefully, I won't notice it, but I know that the scar was there all the time.

I did not go to see her, I just looked out of the door and the sun was very good. It was vaguely warm, Blossom was laughing at the outside.

With a slight sigh, I said, "I am a person with a particularly bad memory. Now when I think about it, my memory before the age of ten has become a little blurred, but I still remember some moments."

I paused and continued talking, "I went to the school when I was seven years old. At that time, Primrose didn't have kindergarten. There was the only preschool. When my grandmother sent me in, the teacher said that I was a little old. I went directly to the first grade and I skipped preschool."

"Grandma said, as long as I study hard and get into good work in the future, I will be able to see my parents. I thought at that time that I must study hard. I thought If I was admitted to college and saw my parents, those kids in Primrose alley would not chase me and call me an orphan. "

These memories were very green and painful. I slightly suppressed my emotions, I pulled a smile and said, "In fact, it's not that grandma doesn't give me enough love. I just don't want to be an orphan in the eyes of others. Later, I was admitted to college and volunteered. Maisie and I were in the yard holding our cell phones to analyze which school we could apply for. I originally wanted to go to Medford, and then my grandmother said, go to Hempstead. She said maybe, I can find Mom and Dad there."