###Chapter 69 Unworthy

"Do you deserve it?" Looking at her self-confidence coming from out of nowhere, I smiled faintly, "I've been with him for two years, but now I don't deserve him anymore. Because you have changed from a helpless orphan to the daughter of the richest woman, and you are qualified to match the man of that pyramid, I am no longer worthy of it. "

"Ivelle, he doesn't love you. Is it interesting for you to stay with him?"

I picked my eyebrows and said, "Yes!" I smiled. "At least no matter how far he goes, no matter who he loves to death, as long as I am his wife, he will come back to me sooner or later and let my child call him father fair and square."

"Ivelle!" She looked very pale. "Was this the marriage you want? I can give you whatever you want. I have only one request. Is it all right to leave carefully?"

She said this humbly, if at ordinary times, I would probably think that she loved Jordan very much. But at this time, I think she was very sad that she was not the lover of Jordan and could not be with him.

If there were regret in people's heart, after a long time, it will become obsession, which has nothing to do with feelings.

I could not help but laugh and squint at her. "Nicole, I wonder if you really love Jordan so much, or was it just because you can't have him? Was this what you meant by you love each other?"

Nicole was a very proud person. In order not to lose her image, her anger remains calm and her voice was low. "Why do you question our relationship? Isn't it obvious that you are the third party."

I raised my eyebrows. "Have you ever seen such a legitimate third party like me?" Speaking of this, I can't help but pause, "By the way, was Jordan starting to be unwilling to touch you? Do you know why?"

I approached her slightly and looked at her sarcastically, "Because I said, I hate it when he touches someone else, and if he touches someone else, he shouldn't touch me."

"You're talking nonsense!"

I sneered, "Nonsense? Then why would he rather let me help him with my hand than come to you recently?"

Looking at her incredible appearance, I was in a better mood. In fact, it was good to tease the white lotus.

"Let's try. Does he still have me in his heart?"

Nicole suddenly smiled gloomily, and her delicate face approached me and grabbed me, and then she bumped into the edge of the red wine tower.

Just in an instant, the originally exquisite and elegant wine tower was knocked down, the glass was broken all over the floor, and many guests near here were implicated.

Some screamed, some backed away, others were confused and didn't know what was going on.

"Nicole!" The worry of Erin's voice was heard , and then there was a wave of confusion.

A figure flashed past me and quickly picked up Nicole, who had fallen under the red wine tower.

Then Nicole cleaned up the glass on her body, placed her on the sofa, and several family doctors began to examine Nicole.

Someone contacted the ambulance, someone appeased Erin.

For a moment, Nicole opened her eyes slightly, looked pitifully at Jordan and said, "Be careful!"

Jordan nodded, and his brow frowned slightly. His nervousness and irritability had calmed down.

"It hurts!" Nicole shouted, and her pale soft hands pulled Jordan's clothes.

Someone drove the car outside, and Jordan picked Nicole up. "If it hurts, have a good rest and don't talk!"

Nicole leaned against him and was quiet.

Jordan hugged Nicole and gladly left. A pair of black eyes fell on me for a moment, deep and bottomless, and then hugged Nicole and gladly went out.

When they both left, everyone started getting busy again.

Someone looked at me, laughing and talking.

"Mrs. Astley has always been at odds with Miss Blakeley. Nicole has just recognized her ancestors. She probably pushed Miss Nicole out of jealousy."

"It shouldn't be. I talked to Mrs. Astley about several projects. She is a person who acts vigorously and does things properly, so as not to hurt people on such an occasion."

"It's not a matter between men and women. You haven't seen Mr. Astley's expression just now. He was so worried about Miss Nicole. Her husband was so nervous about others that it was hard to let anyone go."

"Yes, Miss Nicole has now recognized her ancestors and returned to her family. I'm afraid she will force Mrs. Astley to divorce in the future."

"That's amazing!"

......

I just listened to them quietly.

Kian, who had been watching the people gossiping, could not help but come up, looked at me coldly, and said sarcastically, "Ivelle, was this blatant jealousy? Nicole is hundreds of times better than you in terms of beauty, status, and birth background. She is now worthy of caution, but you."

The latter words, he did not say, but disdainful eyes fell on me, which was enough to show that I was not worthy of Jordan.

I looked up at him, shrugged and smiled, "Yes, it's blatant, at least, I'm more honest that you sneaking around."

"You."

He was probably so angry that he didn't know what to say, Kian snorted cautiously and left.

The excitement that should be seen, the sarcastic remarks that should be said, the crowd dispersed, and I carried my skirt out of the hall.

Liam sat calmly at the courtyard, looking at me from afar, smiling.

Looking at him, "I can't believe you like going to the theatre!" With nothing more to say, I just left.

People change. Five years ago, Liam liked to torture people in a cruel way. Now, if he brought me here to see the play.

Come to think of it, he liked to torture people by boiling frogs in warm water.

The southern suburbs were already far away from the city, coupled with the fact that it was a rich area, there are basically private cars in and out, and there are no taxis.

In addition, if no one permits, I can't get in here by car. I can only walk outside the golf course if I wanted to take a taxi.

It was a long way.

Taking off my shoes, I walked along the asphalt beside the golf course. After a while, a car followed me, very slowly, as if deliberately.

I didn't have to think about it to know who it was. I didn't stop, but I walked faster.

For a long time, seeing that the car was still following me, I simply stopped and sat down on the lawn of the golf course.

A minute later, someone sat down next to him.

The man sighed a long sigh, with a bit of inexplicable sadness in his voice, "Ivelle, do you not believe that the bad guys will get better?"

I answered, "What do you want to do when you come back this time?"

As far as I can remember, Liam has always been gentle and kind, but since he killed Maisie's parents, forced her grandmother to death, and sank Maisie and I into the water, the past five years was not long, and the memory can be clear enough.

He lay down, his head resting on his hands, and his eyes fixed on the faint and deep sky. "I'm so lonely. I want to live a good life with you!"

In this case, I will be moved if I met my loved ones after a long separation, but I will not, I will only feel cold and gloomy.