###Chapter 71 Jordan Astley And Ivelle Astley

###Chapter 71 Jordan Astley And Ivelle Astley

"Oh, why does it hurt so much?" Sister-in-law Marcela Yeardly was tidying up the kitchen while watching the situation outside the entire time. As soon as Jordan Astley came back, she hurried towards him to have a look.

Sitting on the sofa, she looked up and saw that Jordan's handsome face was bruised and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but his body was intact and his energy was still there.

Marcela was busy looking for medical insurance for him. He took a glance, withdrew his eyes, and then looked lightly at Marcela and said, "It's getting late. I'm going to have a rest first."

Marcela opened her mouth, but she didn't say much.

With staggering low and deep eyes, Jordan went straight upstairs.

Sometimes, the more she took the initiative to be closer, it was a hard bargain as she had something to hide from him in the same way that he also had a lot of secrets never revealed to her.

When he came out of the bathroom, Jordan smoked on the balcony. His tall and slender figure was standing on the balcony while feeling lonely and cold.

After a faint glance, she took her eyes off him and sat down in front of the dresser to wipe off the skin care products.

For quite a time, he didn't know anymore how many cigarettes he smoked before he came out from the balcony. After an indifferent look at her, he went straight into the bathroom.

It was getting late, so he blew his hair dry and went straight to bed.

It was just different dreams in the same bed. That was about it.

That summer night in Hempstead was a little too quiet, but the insects, fish, birds, and animals in the yard joined together in making sounds. The moonlight that fell on the bedroom through the window was mottled and dazzling.

Noticing that Ivelle Astley was not feeling well, he moved slightly and pressed with his big hands.

When she woke up, she found that Jordan wanted to force her at this time.

Squinting, she said, "I don't even respond to you when I'm awake, let alone sleep!"

He froze slightly, and his black eyes became hostile in the night. "Are you getting back at me?"

She closed her eyes and was still a little sleepy. "Not at all!"

"Oh!" He sneered and said somewhat rudely, "That means you're not doing it."

She twisted her eyebrows, and sure enough, behind the dapper clothes, there were an inestimable scum.

She bit her lip and endured it quietly without making a sound.

"You have no response, don't you?" Noticing something strange, he sneered, "Your failure to respond is an excuse to reject me?"

She was silent and let him be presumptuous.

After a while, he stopped, turned on the light on the nightstand, and was ready to carry her into the bathroom as usual.

But when he looked at her, his black eyes tightened, and the hand that had been on her belly tightened slightly.

He looked at her and said hoarsely, "Why aren't you shouting?"

She was silent. Her brain was a little dizzy to the pain in her lower abdomen. The gushing blood explained to her that the baby might be gone.

It was hard to say. She felt a little pain, not anywhere else, but in her heart.

The kind of pain that seemed to be stuck in something and couldn't breathe.

He unstably got out of bed. His body bumped into the royal mistress' chair.

She was silent as she watched with indifference.

He picked up the phone and slid the screen with a tremble on his long fingertips. It took him a long time to dial the phone.

The other end picked up on time. Jordan spoke, and there was a vibrato in his voice. "She's bleeding a lot. I need an ambulance."

After hanging up the phone, he stumbled into the bathroom and came out with a towel in his hand.

When he got to the bedside, he was half squatting and ready to wipe her, but it seemed to be of no use with that stream of blood.

She looked at him calmly then looked farther and farther away.

He was flustered and at a loss. She looked at him in his eyes. She didn't think it was funny but she just thought she deserved it.

He didn't look at her and saw that he couldn't stop the bleeding, so he had to find a suit of clothes from the wardrobe to put on her.

Lifting her out of bed, she could clearly feel his hands trembling seriously.

There was a siren in the yard. She thought it was an ambulance.

Sure enough, a group of people pushed a cart into the villa a moment later. Jordan put her on the hospital bed and gave her a complicated look.

She closed her eyes and didn't want to look at him again.

She had always been clear, from the villa to the hospital, even in the operating room while she was awake.

In fact, the process was not long, nor was it difficult.

No matter whether the baby could be saved or not, the crack between Jordan and her seemed to only get bigger and bigger, and there was no way to repair it.

"If you're sleepy, just close your eyes and have a good rest. We'll try our best to keep the baby. Don't worry!" The doctor in front of the operating table spoke.

She nodded and closed her eyes.

For about two hours, she was still awake. Jordan was at the door when she was sent out of the operating room.

When he saw the doctor, he looked pale. "Is everything, all right?"

The doctor nodded, "They were delivered in time. Both the mom and baby are fine. Mr. Astley, you still need to control Mrs. Astley as she had polycystic syndrome before. The chance of having a baby is very small. Having a baby is not easy to come by, so it is better to be careful."

Jordan nodded. After only a few hours, she suddenly felt as if he had aged a lot.

She was sent to the ward feeling a little tired and soon fell asleep completely.

The next day, she was awakened by a noise. She opened her eyes and saw that the nurse was changing her dressing and rubbing her eyebrows. She couldn't help but say, "Who's quarreling outside?"

The little nurse changed the medicine for her, paused, then said, "It's Mr. Astley and Miss Blakely. Miss Blakely wants to come in and see you. Mr. Astley won't allow it, so she's crying outside!"

Crying?

She was silent. Nicole Blakely was crying. She was afraid and uncertain about it.

Seeing that the nurse was about to leave, she said, "Can you call them in for me when you go out?"

The little nurse nodded, packed the medicine bottle, and went out.

It wasn't long before Jordan and Nicole came in. Nicole wrapped gauze on her forehead, which was probably left accidentally last night.

Their pair of good-looking eyes were red, looking a little pitiful.

Nicole followed Jordan and entered the ward. Nicole glanced at Ivelle, but she could pretend and hold it in. She opened her mouth, looked at her, and said, "Ivelle, are you all right?"

Ivelle laughed, "I didn't die. I'm sorry, but I can't do what you want."

"Ivelle, is it necessary for you to be this way?" Jordan's face was not very good as there were some ups and downs happening in their life recently.

Ivelle smiled, and there was not much emotion in her tone. "How dare I? Mr. Astley is so powerful that he almost killed me in one night. I'm afraid to escape it."

Jordan Astley.

Maybe the atmosphere was so low that Jordan didn't want to communicate too much with Ivelle, so he gladly went straight out of the hospital.

The quarrel between them persisted.