###Chapter 50 Your Man Is In Someone Else's Arms
###Chapter 50 Your Man Is In Someone Else's Arms
Seeing that it was dark outside, I simply went back to my apartment. Maisie's house and I were on the first floor, right next door.
I went back to the apartment to take a look at the time, it is already 11:00 in the evening, my hands vibrated several times, I took a look, it is a strange number.
I didn't want to answer it, but the other party kept playing. I picked it up and said, "Hello!"
"Ivelle!" Was this Kian being cautious?
Why did he call me in the middle of the night?
"What's the matter?"
"Ivelle, Jordan didn't go back tonight, did he?" This sounds like a misfortune, "Do you really think that if you have many babies in your belly, you will be expensive by your child? I feel sorry for you now. It's not easy for your husband to lie with another woman and stay in an empty house by yourself, doesn't it?"
I pinched my eyebrows. "Boss Kian, what kind of heart did you call me in the middle of the night?" Is it difficult for Nicole and Jordan to get out of bed without you? You're not feeling well, so you're taking it out on me?"
After a pause, I continued, "If you really like Nicole, I think if you discuss it with Jordan, maybe the three of you can. Don't call me, all right? Just because you're unhappy with your own empty room doesn't mean you can take it out on me."
"Ivelle, you fucking." I didn't listen to what Kian Hastings said, but hung up the phone directly.
Day by day, everything can be done, work things have not been understood, emotional things have come out again.
The Victory apartment is not big, about 100 square meters of the house, but living alone was also comfortable, too many things to worry about during the day, I was a little upset.
Just now I slept for a while, which would be both sleepless and boring, so I just turned on the computer and was ready to look at the information.
When I opened the mailbox, the conspicuous email froze me, which I almost forgot. I originally intended to hand over all Astley's audits to credit, but later I didn't think that credit would dig a hole for me, so I called her and asked him to give me a copy of AC's situation over the years. I was going to use these things to block the trouble AC was looking for.
But now that the credit department intends to deal with Hastings' audit, I can only hand over Hastings' audit to AC, in the end, so the information found by Ivelle is useless.
Simply, I directly ignored that, if it were not for him, I would not want to mention Parker anymore.
When a lot of things were over, I can only draw a few numbers and wave before.
The doorbell rang. I should have come back from Maisie's shopping. I got up and my head was dizzy.
Maybe I sat for a long time and opened the door. I bowed my head and looked for her slippers. What did you go out to buy? Have you been gone that long? "
I left my furry slippers at the door and saw that there was no reply from her. I couldn't help but look at it.
Unexpectedly, I saw the man at the door with a black face, deep and unfathomable eyes, and a slender figure standing at the door, like a door god.
I can't help wringing my eyebrow. Shouldn't he be lying on Nicole's bed now? What was he doing here?
I pushed the door that had been opened, ready to close it.
Jordan blocked the door and said calmly, "Who are you waiting for?"
He pushed the door and couldn't close it. I didn't bother to care. I was lazy and said, "Who can I wait for in the dead of night? Naturally, I am waiting for someone to relieve my loneliness."
Jordan flashed a sharp cold light in his eyes, hummed, came in, and blocked me in the door, "Relieving loneliness?"
He straightened his hip and hit me hard. "do you think this will help you get rid of your loneliness?"
I.
No matter how thick-skinned a person is, I'm afraid he will blush.
"Why don't you talk?" He leaned his whole body against me.
The cool lips scratched on my forehead, followed by.
"Why don't you go back?" As he spoke, he bit my lip in a dry voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Jordan, let me go!" I have never seen such a crazy person. One second I held Nicole in my hand, and the next I went crazy here.
Being held down by him, he whispered, "do you think I can let go now?"
I.
Normally, I'm afraid I'd be fooling around with him, but since last time, every time he touched me, I could hardly respond.
He slowly stretched his finger down and noticed that I didn't seem to respond. His handsome brow frowned slightly, and then he held me in his arms and sat on the shoe cabinet.
When I saw him reach out and pull at my clothes, I quickly pressed him. "Jordan, don't bother. I really don't seem to like you."
I don't know why it happened all of a sudden. Some things, on the surface, seem to be calm, but in fact, they may already be riddled with holes.
He frowned, with a cold glow in his pupils. "No response to me?"
I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say a word.
He grabbed me by the hand, pulled me into the bathroom, pressed me under the shower, then opened it, and mercilessly poured cold water on me.
"Jordan, what are you doing?" I was a little overwhelmed. "What are you doing? If you want it, just go to Nicole and let her hide it from you. Why are you bothering a pregnant woman here?"
He was happy to land, and he was also the one who protected Nicole in the palm of his hand, but since that was the case, why can't I find a place to heal by myself and have to run to torture me?
Jordan pulled the zipper's hand paused, the explosion that was about to explode suddenly stopped, silent for a long time, he turned off the shower, the slender body stepped back a few steps, and I pulled apart.
I didn't look at him. I didn't have much strength. After losing his support, I slipped and sat on the ground.
Maybe after a few days of muggy heat, there was sudden thunder and heavy rain outside.
The bathroom was terribly quiet. I thought Jordan was angry, so part of it, but a moment later I found out it wasn't.
He calmed down, took care of himself, then looked at me, and said, "You have a good rest!"
After that, he turned and walked away.
This emotion comes and goes inexplicably.
When Maisie came in, I was still sitting in the bathroom in a daze. Seeing my embarrassment, how did she shout, "Ivelle, you don't want to die? Why did you do this to yourself? If you don't take care of yourself, you have to think about the baby in your belly!"
I was taken out of the bathroom by her, and I sat dully on the bed and let her wipe my hair.
For a long time, I asked Maisie, "Do you think a man will fall in love with a woman because of a child?"












