###Chapter 53 I Can't Stop Him From Running To The One He Loves

Nicole nodded, paused and looked at him and said. "I don't have a change of clothes."

"I still have what you brought here in the guest room!"

Ivelle stood at the top of the stairs, watched at them and listened to the conversation so silently.

Nicole nodded and entered the guest room.

When Grandpa Astley bought this villa at that time, he said that this villa is large. Jordan and Ivelle will have more children in the future, and the rooms are also many and spacious so it's a perfect match.

Later, she slowly found that there was not a lively day here and she didn't even know there would be Nicole's clothes in the villa.

It was ridiculous!

"Ah!" There was a sound from the guest room, the sound of falling.

Jordan frowned and instinctively wanted to see and check on Nicole. After a few steps, he stopped. He looked up and saw Ivelle. His eyes were a little deep and questioning. "Why did you wake up?"

She nodded blankly as her heart still hurt. "She fell, go and have a look!"

"Ivelle!"

To hide the excruciating pain in her heart, she opted to said to him. "Just go!"

If she can't keep him, she can't stop him from running to the one he truly loves.

Without going to see him, Ivelle turned her back to her bedroom. The wind and rain on the balcony was a little too heavy. She walked over and stood on the tuyere, allowed the majestic rain to fall on my body. Her body's sense of touch was cold. Coupled with the pain in my heart, she slowly went numb.

As she crouched on her knees, Ivelle hugged herself with her shivering hands. Her face between her legs and tears began to flow continuously.

'There is nothing in this world that is bitter before sweet. How can people take things in fairy tales seriously? Some experienced great pain, in addition to their own sufferings to get through. No one can help me and there is no obligation for them to help me either.'

She doesn't know if she have been in the rain for too long. She just felt the dizziness in her head and numbness in her heart that rendered her body motionless.

When she heard the crackling sound in the bedroom, Ivelle looked up and wasn't aware when Jordan's calm face stood beside her.

His eyes were gloomy and cold and he seemed to be angry.

"Are you happy with me like this?" He was stupefied for a moment. She looked up at him and opened her mouth. "Are you happy?"

He said nothing and just pulled her down from the balcony. He arched his brows deeply and said helplessly. "Ivelle, there are some responsibilities I can't push away. Don't torture me with your presence and the child, okay?"

She bowed her head and shed her tears. "I didn't torture you, but my heart hurts too much."

Her clothes were all drenched, so he took her directly into the bathroom. Jordan opened the shower and silently untied her clothes.

Ivelle sat in the bathtub a little dizzy. She sat on it with her eyes down in a daze.

Her heart felt dull and a little uncomfortable.

They have been naked with each other for countless times that was why Ivelle not embarrassed at this time, she just let him continue.

For a long time, the bathroom was filled with warm fog and the cold temperature on my body began to heat up.

She felt warmer after that. Jordan wrapped her in a bath towel, carried her out of the bathroom, put on her pajamas that was on the vanity chair, and wiped her hair with a bath towel.

The air was so quiet that no one between them two dared to open their mouth.

She closed her eyes and leaned slightly against the chair. The feeling of tiredness began to come and swallowed her up.

"Don't rush to sleep until your hair is completely dry." His anger dissipated a lot when he opened his mouth.

Ivelle didn't speak. She just close her eyes and took a nap.

For a long time, the sound of a hairdryer came from her ears. The scene was heartwarming. It was just like a picture, too beautiful and serene to be true.

"Ivelle!" When the sound of the hair dryer stooped, Jordan opened his mouth.

She opened her eyes a little sleepy and looked at him a little dazed.

He held her effortlessly in his arms and said in a low voice. "Let's go down together!"

This was not a negotiation because before she have the time to react, Jordan picked her up and walked out of the bedroom.

Downstairs, Nicole had already taken a bath and her hair was half-dry. She was sitting in the living room. Opposite her sat Kian who didn't know they were coming.

The moment that she saw Jordan carried Ivelle downstairs, Nicole stared at her with undisguised jealousy up until Jordan put her on the sofa.

She got up abruptly and grabbed Jordan without scruples. "Jordan, be careful. You don't want me."

As Ivelle spoke, her eyes were red and swollen as tears crackled. She lowered her eyes and closed it, didn't want to speak.

'What did Jordan want me to do at this time? To be an onlooker?'

"Nicole, stop fooling around and be careful to go back!" This was said by Jordan in a low tone, vaguely unhappy.

Kian also held Nicole. He looked at her and said. "Nicole, I'll take you back!"

Nicole ran down angrily and her voice was hoarse with a hint of irritation. "Do you all think I'm being unreasonable? Do you all hate me? My brother is gone and all of you are starting to dislike me and don't want me! "

"Oh!" Ivelle sneered out loud.

It stimulated Nicole who was already emotional. She stared at her and mockingly questioned her. "Ivelle, what are you laughing at? Oh, by the way, the prouder person right now is you. You worked so hard that you finally got what you wanted."

I laughed. "What did I get?" After a pause, I laughed a little out of control. "By the way, I did get a lot. With the participation of Miss Blakely, I got an unfaithful marriage and I didn't even dare to tell others openly about my pregnancy. I'm not as good as you, Miss Nicole. You have a dead brother who can't open his mouth and keep his mouth shut forever. As long as you mention your brother, you can wantonly destroy other people's families, insert yourself into other people's marriages, and be arrogant as a mistress. I wish I could tell the world!"

"Ivelle, you are talking nonsense!" She blushed angrily and stared at her as if wanting to eat her alive.

Although Ivelle felt disdain and didn't want to quarrel with her, she just said coldly. "Are you saying that I am the one who's talking nonsense? Miss Blakely, why don't you see and reflect that you're the one who's being unreasonable? This is our house, the home of me and Jordan. This is not a place for you to show off. Miss Blakely, please leave!"

Nicole's face darkened, her hands clasped together and looked at Jordan. She then looked at Ivelle resentfully.

Ivelle felt really tired and doesn't want to mess around wit her anymore.

She turned around and walked upstairs. Behind her came the voice of Nicole's grievance and helplessness. "Be careful, Jordan."

"That's enough!" He spoke in a thunderous and angry tone. "Be careful to send her back!"

Ivelle went upstairs and was not in the mood to listen to the rest of the conversation.

As she laid in bed, she suddenly felt that her head ached and her eyes hurt. She doesn't feel well anymore, so she called Maisie.

The phone rang for a long time before it got through. "Miss Astley, look at the time. What time is it?"

Her voice seemed to have been woken up. I looked at the time. It was already two o'clock in the morning.

Ivelle felt embarrassed. She held the phone and said. "Maisie, I seem to be sick!"

She was stupefied for a moment, her voice louder than a decibel. "What's the matter? What's wrong with you? Go to the hospital and have an examination. Is Jordan with you?"

That question made her silent for a moment. For a while, Ivelle didn't know whether to tell her about her illness because it was not visible to the naked eye.

What she felt right now is an indescribable torment that resided in her heart.