###Chapter 503 Try To Fall In Love In Another Way - Part 1

I really wanted to go back with her, but Jordan hugged me so tightly that I couldn't break free at all.

For a moment, I couldn't help feeling a little angry at him. She raised her hand and tried to yank Jordan's arm. The man didn't seem to feel anything, but he bowed his head and smiled at me shallowly.

When we arrived at the billiard hall, Jordan looked back at Felix and said, "Send Miss Rafaela back."

Felix nodded, always without saying anything.

Rafaela looked at him and pulled me out. She was in a bit of a hurry, blocked us, and looked at him and said, "Boss Astley, Ivelle, and I came out together, isn't it appropriate for you to take her away?"

Jordan raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong with me going home with my wife?"

She froze, a little surprised for a moment, "Your wife?"

Jordan scratched his eyebrows and stopped talking.

On the contrary, Felix came forward and said, "Where does Miss Rafaela live? I'll take you back! "

Jordan was impatient, so he pulled me and walked towards the outside.

If I left with Jordan at this time, I was afraid that mine and Rafaela's in coming days would forever be entangled.

When I thought of this, I couldn't help looking at Rafaela with a worried expression. I said, "I just know him. I'm not his wife."

For a moment, Jordan frowned and clasped his hand around me. Then his eyes fell on me, dark and deep, as he asked, "You just know me?"

I nodded, probably because I had too much wine. As I stood there, I felt a little dizzy.

Hearing this, Rafaela breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jordan, and said, "Boss Astley, these lies and manipulation are not sweet. Not to mention that you don't know Ivelle at all! It's just not appropriate for a single man and married woman to go out together in the evening. I suggest you wait until you get to know her before it's too late to make a decision."

When I listened to this, I always felt that something was wrong. Was she helping me or talking about my problem in front of Jordan?

It's a little hard to tell for a while, but it's also true that I can't go out with Jordan right now.

Thinking about it this way, I increased my strength in my hand and tried to break free from Jordan's hold. I didn't want to be hugged by him more tightly.

For a moment there was anger in Rafaela's heart, and she raised her eyes and glared at him, "Jordan, you bastard!"

"You think I'll let go?" The man was playing her, trying to frustrate her even more.

I was a little angry also. I said in a screaming manner, "I can sue you for abducting and forcing women!"

"Is it kidnapping to bring home an exiled wife?"

I felt dumb for a moment, and my brain was a little dizzy. I thought it was the effect of alcohol. I hadn't had a drink for some days, and when I drank it at this time, I couldn't stomach it.

When I have pulled further away by Jordan, Rafaela wanted to catch up to us but was stopped by Felix.

I was very weak, and when he half-hugged me at this time, I couldn't help thinking that I should just give up and go with him.

There was a lot of emptiness in my mind, and when he took me to the car, I felt even more uncomfortable.

Leaning against the car window with my eyes closed and mouth shut, I fell asleep in a daze.

The phone suddenly rang. I frowned and reached out to touch it. I heard Jordan's voice from a distance. "She's drunk. I let her rest."

I opened my eyes and saw him holding the steering wheel with one hand and answering the phone with the other, looking straight at the road ahead.

I could not help frowning. How could this man take other people's phone calls casually? I just witnessed him say a word onto the phone, and then hung up immediately.

He put the cellphone next to me and seemed to notice that I was awake. He was slightly surprised, but calmly said, "Are you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head, feeling a little weird and sleepy. But I was still conscious.

"Where are you taking me?" Looking at the bright scenery around us, we were still in A city. He did not seem to buy a house in A city, so we must be heading for the hotel.

He raised his eyebrows. Because I was not feeling well, I leaned against him with my eyes closed for a while.

I pursed my lips and couldn't help thinking of myself when I first married him. I thought of myself at that time. I was persistent and stupid and did a lot of ridiculous things, so I couldn't help laughing.

He frowned and looked at me. "What are you laughing at?"

"The year I graduated from college, I originally planned to take my grandmother back to Primrose. In fact, I didn't think about any big plans for my life. I just wanted to go back to Primrose and to let my grandmother stay in the yard and grow flowers and plants. It would be enough for me to find a nine-to-five job in a small town."

At this point, I couldn't help looking sideways at him. Somehow I kept smiling and laughing at myself. "I didn't think Grandma would ask Grandpa Astley to marry me to you. In this marriage, my whole life seems to have been tied up with you. At that time, I thought it was the great luck of life, and I couldn't help feeling that I was not as great as you, so I begged my grandfather to let me into your family. Even as a waiter, I thought I could work hard. As long as I work hard enough, I can climb to a position that matches you."

"When I first joined the company, I was dragged by the supervisor to oversee the wine cellar because of my low position, saying that I was already contributing to the company. At that time, I obviously didn't want to go, but I felt that if I wanted to climb up to your position, and I always refused these things, how long would it take me? I didn't like alcohol at that time, yet in order to brush my sense of existence, I kept drinking with the bosses I didn't know, one drink after another."

As he held my hand, I withdrew it and said with a smile, "In fact, I didn't feel bitter at that time, and I don't feel bitter when I think about it now. On the contrary, I feel that the experience was really good. At least I have worked hard in my youth. In fact, I have no regrets at all. If at that time, with the persistence of my grandmother, I stayed with the Astley family and became a pampered young lady. I am afraid I would never know what hard work is for the rest of my life. I would not know what it's like to climb to the director step by step, and I won't feel any sense of superiority. "

When I thought about it, I seemed to be getting worse and worse these years. In those years when I worked hard for my work, I was particularly like who I am now.

Looking out of the window, my inner frustration rose spontaneously. In fact, I just couldn't understand why Jordan couldn't let me go. Still, I wanted to leave.

Now I suddenly figured it out. Whenever I saw Linda Kent, I admired her. The shadow on her body was very much like mine, who had worked so hard for passion and love.

However, I was carefully protected by Jordan, just like Nicole Blakely. She was protected too much by Jordan as if she lived in a castle. Gradually, as time went on, she only had Jordan in her own world.

I was afraid of ending the same way as her, so I took the liberty of leaving the capital and coming to A city. I wanted to find my desperate and determined self, back. Even it didn't exist anymore, at least I could still live the way I wanted.

But things were unpredictable. I never thought that I would be taken to Venezuela. I had not expected that I would almost die and that I would be lucky enough to be saved.

Maybe it was not too late. I didn't have to be the canary raised by Jordan in the villa, and I didn't have to ride on his wings. Perhaps I could walk by myself.