###Chapter 62 Apologizing To Jordan Astley

However, I have been waiting for almost an hour, and almost all the cars in the garage have left. I haven't seen Jordan come out yet. I thought he still stayed in the company to work overtime.

Unexpectedly, the last person to drive the car was Felix.

Felix was shocked when he saw me, and he was still polite and distant, "Director Ivelle, what are you doing here?"

"Where's Jordan?" I opened my mouth and went straight to the point.

"He just left with Mr. Kian." Felix opened his mouth and took out the car keys from his briefcase.

I opened my mouth, but for a moment I didn't know what to say.

He just smiled at him and said, "I have to go ahead."

Jordan was really good.

After hurriedly driving back to the villa and ringing the doorbell several times, I saw Marcela opening the door while wiping her hands. When she saw me, she smiled at the corners of her mouth and said, "She's back!" As she said this, she motioned with an afterglow.

I missed her, but I happened to see the man sitting in the hall reading the newspaper, arrogant and cold.

After changing my shoes, Marcela went in and continued what she was doing. I walked towards Jordan and sat down. I was not in a hurry to talk to him, but quietly waited for him to finish reading the newspaper.

After a while, Jordan put down the newspaper he was reading. I pushed the juice brought by Marcela to him and said, "Jordan, can we talk now?"

He glanced at the juice without touching it, his black eyes sank slightly, and his voice was low and cold. "What is so important that Miss Ivelle wanted to talk to me about?"

He was so calm that I could not figure out his attitude.

After being reluctant for a while, I said, "Jordan, as you said, I was still Mrs. Astley before we got the divorce certificate."

"Oh!" He sneered. "You know you're under the name of Mrs. Astley."

I knew that the affair made him unhappy, and my voice softened a little, "Parker and I really don't have anything. We were just photographed together. Jordan, you know my situation better than anyone. I can't be anything with him."

"So?" He got up and was cold. "Ivelle, do you really think you can do whatever you want with the baby inside you?"

I could not stand his cold words. He knew in his heart about me and Parker. He was just unhappy with me that was why he treats me like this.

My heart gushed with some grievances, watching him go upstairs, I raised my voice, "Do whatever I want? Then what are you and Nicole? I'm afraid, your relationship with her over the past two years has been worse than mine."

Seeing that he stopped, I continued to speak, "If it hadn't been for Nicole's unexpected flow, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the right to stand and talk with you. After all, it was Nicole, not me, who can enter the room now."

He looked at me coldly, which got to me. My heart understood why he was like that. Before he could say anything, tears started falling down my cheeks.

"Why are you staring at me? Am I not telling the truth? Obviously, I am just the wife that your matchmaker told you to marry. Just because I like and love you, do I deserve to be wronged? Do you have the right to keep this house to yourself?"

Seeing me crying and grieving, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and his tall, slender body walked towards me, his thin lips gently opened and asked, "Wronged?"

He raised his hand to wipe my tears. I stepped back to avoid his hand and continued to say, "I'm human, too. Can't I be aggrieved? Jordan, what happened between me and Parker was exaggerated by the others. You clearly know better than I do. You know that I was the one who has been wronged, yet you have changed the locks of the villa, and blocked my number on your phone."

As I spoke, I looked at his face and saw that his face softened a little. I continued, "What do you mean? You want to kick me out of the Astley family? Why don't you explain this matter to me clearly or do you think that it doesn't matter if I remarried someone else with the child in my belly and let the child call someone else as their father?"

He sank and said angrily, "Why don't you try?"

I bit my lip and said, "You forced me to try! As long as you don't regret it."

With that, I walked out of the villa. I said what I had to say and did what I had to do. If he still doesn't get it, there was nothing else I could do.

He pulled my wrist, and his voice was a little low. "Let's eat before we leave!"

Anger could no longer be heard in his tone. Mrs. Marcela, who squinted and smiled, said, "The meal is ready. Come and eat quickly!"

Jordan pulled me to the table, gracefully brought me bowls and utensils, and then began to eat with extra courtesy.

The Astley family had a good upbringing. He never talked that much when he ate.

Sister-in-law Marcela brought me soup and said with a smile, "Have you been pregnant for more than two months? Did you go to the hospital for filing? Has the antenatal examination started yet? This pregnant woman isn't allowed to get angry and cry all the time. You can't dislike me for being talkative. I'm an old woman who has been there before. I have experienced this step of giving birth to a child."

I nodded and listened to her while drinking soup.

From the corners of my eyes, I saw that Jordan was eating calmy and elegantly and the anger on his face has dissipated a lot.

After dinner, Mrs. Marcela looked at me and said seriously, "Ivelle, do you get cramps in your calf these days?"

I was shocked, and was about to shake my head, but saw her wink at me, and then continued, "Pregnant women usually get the most painful cramps and are not allowed to run or walk that much for the first three months. If she moves that much, she will easily get tired and get cramps."

Jordan was about to go upstairs with the documents in his hands, but Mrs. Marcela smiled and stopped him and said, "Sir, this pregnant woman is having the most painful cramps. You should give her a massage later. I bought essential oil earlier and put it in your bedroom."

I have to say, Mrs. Marcela was definitely a divine assist.

Jordan put back the documents he was supposed to take upstairs and looked at me with clear eyes. "Does it hurt?"

I was confused, and it turned out that he was asking if my cramps hurt.

For a moment, I looked at Sister Marcela and saw that she was nodding at me again and again. I couldn't help looking at Jordan. I nodded and smiled a little far-fetched.

Jordan raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Let's go!"

Seeing that he went straight back to the bedroom, I looked at Sister Marcela and said somewhat slowly, "Sister Marcela I don't have a cramp!"

Although there will be a lot of reactions, there will be no cramps.

Sister Marcela hated not meeting and expectations, looked at me and said, "It doesn't matter whether you smoke or not. When you give birth on May or June, you will have all the reactions you should have. Hurry back to your bedroom."

I walked back to my bedroom, and the sound of water came from the bathroom. It was Jordan who was taking a bath.

Glimpsing a large bottle of essential oil on the nightstand, I had to say, that Mrs. Marcela was so smart that she could even think of it.

I didn't go back to the villa for a few days, but luckily, Jordan didn't reach to the extent to think of throwing my clothes away.

Jordan took a bath very quickly, and it didn't take long for him to get better. When he came out of the bathroom, he only tied a towel around his waist, his hair was still dripping, and the water was dripping all the way down his sturdy chest.