###Chapter 504 Try To Fall In Love In Another Way - Part 2

I wanted to keep trying to live the way I wanted to live.

The car stopped at the door of the hotel. Jordan got out of the car, went to me, opened my door, and directly carried me out of the car.

The action was so smooth that I was brought into the hotel before I could react.

"Jordan, what are you doing?" I opened my mouth and tried to push him away, but when I spoke, I felt weak. I was so dizzy that I didn't have much strength.

He let me down and we went straight into the elevator. Before the door closed, he pressed me against the wall of the elevator, imprisoned me, and his eyes flashed longingly with his hands on my face. "Don't hide from me, let alone refuse me!"

I froze. I didn't know why he suddenly raised his hand and tried to push me away, but by this time he had blocked me already. I could only stand there without any restraint.

Fortunately, there was no one in the elevator, otherwise, it would be very embarrassing.

He took away all the oxygen inside the elevator, so I had difficulty breaking. I felt powerless while trapped in his arms.

He picked me up, opened the elevator door, and carried me directly into the room.

The light in the porch was turned on, and he squeezed me between the wall and his chest once again, as his deep eyes fell on me. "I won't let you go again."

This was like what he said to himself before, and now to me.

I opened my mouth, breathing a little, "Jordan, I..."

"Don't talk. I don't want to hear anything!" His long fingertips pressed against my mouth.

I pursed my lips and frowned at him. "Jordan Astley, stop playing around!"

Instead of talking nonsense to me, he picked me up and went straight to the queen-sized bed.

Pressed by him on the bed, I tilted my head and avoided his eyes.

He reached out, held my head with both hands, stared at me closely, frowned, "So where do you want to hide?"

I had no more escape. I couldn't help looking directly at him. "So what? What does it mean to you? Are you going to lock me here while I'm sleeping? What else are you going to do?"

His voice stiffened and his eyes were fixed on me. "Can I do that to you?"

I scratched my eyebrow, and deepened my look at his eyes, "What can I do otherwise? I already told you, I don't love you, and now you force me here. Isn't this what you want? Isn't that what happens to those women who are kidnapped by strange men?"

"Oh, Ivelle!" He sneered and held my hand a little tight. "You know a lot, huh?"

I pursed my lips and didn't look at him. "I just naturally learned this from other people!"

He was probably so angry with me that he took a deep breath, got up, and went straight into the bathroom without saying anything.

I was a little baffled by him, but I didn't know what to do for a moment.

Sitting on the bed a little distracted, I suddenly felt a little tired. All the way here, I seemed to be on the run.

I've been running around like a headless fly, and in the end, I didn't even know what I wanted.

Grace called me and said, "Sister, have you fallen into a pit? Why did you go to the bathroom and never went back anymore? Why did you just disappear?"

Her voice was so loud that my brain started buzzing. I pulled my phone away for a while. After a while, I said, "I've gone home. I just had something to do so I left early. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you."

The woman on the other end of the phone was a little freaked out, "Went home? You and who? Don't you live with Boss Preston? If you don't wait for him, who did you go with?"

That was too much.

After a pause, I said, "I'm with my friends from the capital. The people I introduced to you today. By the way, are you still in the box?"

"What time is it? If you don't look at the time, how can we still be in the box?" Her voice was still too loud. "I'm too old. I can't help it. I can't stay up all night. By the way, I forgot to tell you. Boss Preston is drunk tonight. You should pay attention to protect yourself and lock the doors and windows."

"Did you give him a drink?" This man probably wanted to get in trouble tonight.

She smiled cheaply and said, "Oh, in fact, I didn't want to drink with him at first, but I thought that there were so much rich and handsome men around me. If I missed the opportunity, I would have no choice but to marry Jimmy Huntington and I would be embarrassed to brag to everyone my husband in the future. If I can have a relationship with this kind of man, I will have a husband to brag about in the future."

I couldn't process what she was saying. Her mode of thinking was really something I couldn't figure out that late in the night.

I couldn't help saying, "If you need my help, you can always tell me. At least I can create opportunities for you. For example, you can come and hang out with us."

"Sure!" There was laughter on the other end of the phone, and she was so happy as if she had seen her wonderful future.

She asked excitedly, "Why don't I come and hang out with you tomorrow?"

"Not yet!" I opened my mouth, a little embarrassed, "I may have something to do tomorrow, so I don't have time to be with you!"

She said with a sigh, "Is it because your friends are here in the capital? Do you want to take care of them first?"

That was right!

After considering it, I nodded, "Yeah, sort of!"

"You value friends over acquaintances!"

Hearing the noise behind me, I couldn't help saying, "Grace, just contact me tomorrow. It's getting late. Go to bed early."

"No, why are you in such a hurry to hang up? I still have a lot..."

Before she finished, I hung up the phone immediately.

The bathroom door behind me was opened, and I moved and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, looking at the man coming out in a bath towel.

Looking at each other, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you going to go?"

Me?

Was he asking me to go back?

Seeing that I didn't speak, he raised the corners of his mouth and seemed to be in a good mood. "Do you have something to say to me?"

I pursed my lips, jumped out of bed, and said, "No, it's getting late. I'm going back first."

Before I reached the door, he got up from behind me and threw me back on the bed.

I was so angry that I turned back and stared at him. "Jordan, you are sick!"

"That's right!" The man looked natural and indifferent, threw aside the towel wrapped around his head, and said in a voice that was low and sexy. "I am lovesick!"

In the spirit of self-cultivation, I looked away from him and said, "Jordan, there are pajamas in the hotel. Please put them on!"

As if he didn't hear it at all, he went straight to bed and leaned closer to me, his voice becoming more and more magnetic, "What are you hiding from? What are you so afraid of?"

I was speechless for a moment and smelled the fresh smell of his skin. I couldn't help but move back as I asked, "Jordan, what do you want?"

He made more progress at me, then looked at my face intently, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. "I thought you knew what I was going to do!"