###Chapter 72 Fights With Jordan Astley

Ivelle was a little depressed and frustrated as she lied in a hospital bed. If people came to a certain situation as this, they would probably completely lose their hope in life, too.

In the next few days, a lot of things happened. Parker Wesley made headlines. Nicole recognized her ancestors and returned to Hempstead. Ivelle went back to Hempstead for development and a lot of other things so she didn't pay attention to them.

Lying quietly in the hospital for a week, she calculated the time. The baby had been growing for three months. Her belly now seemed to be a little pregnant.

Her belly bulged into a small hill, and sometimes she would touch it for a while. Sometimes, she would stare at the ceiling in a daze.

Jordan Astley came to the hospital almost every day and occasionally talked to her, but they always ended up quarreling.

After repeating this several times, he didn't come to the hospital much either. After all, he had money so dozens of nurses would take care of her.

If he didn't come, she wouldn't ask. Marcela Yeardly stewed soup for her every day.

She didn't know if there was something wrong with her. When she was alone in a daze, she growingly felt that she didn't want this baby anymore.

If she didn't have this baby, she could completely leave Jordan and live the life she wanted.

The more she thought about it, the more she had the urge to get rid of the baby.

She knew it was ill to consider, but she couldn't help thinking about it.

At the weekend, the blue flowers bloomed on the central road of Hempstead. The streets were lined with sky-blue flowers, setting off the originally boring city with a bit of vitality.

When she was discharged from the hospital today, Jordan drove very slowly and seemed to want her to enjoy the scenery along the way.

She looked at the scenery flashing out of the window, looking farther and farther away.

"Jordan, I've lost myself for too long! Ever since I met you, I don't seem to be like myself anymore."

She felt selfish and paranoid as she said this with cold eyes. How did she become like this?

He frowned slightly, and his handsome face became little more thoughtful. "Your belly is big, too. You can settle Samson's Electronics' case for a while. Let's take some time to go for a walk!"

She knew he wanted to take her out for fun, but she didn't want to go anywhere now.

She shook her head slightly, bowed her head, then touched her belly. "Astley's audit should be over soon. I won't be able to have the baby until after a while. Let's finish the Samson's Electronics case."

He was silent for a moment and nodded slightly. "Well, if you have any questions, please feel free to call me."

She stopped talking and looked at the lovers hugging each other by the side of the road. Looking back carefully over the past 20 years, she seemed to never have such a good relationship with another person.

She had not experienced the sweetness of love. She had not learned how to love a person. She had not known how to enjoy another person's love.

Life had passed her. She seemed to be confused all the time.

When she thought of this, she couldn't help laughing at herself with low eyes. Was this life doomed to be bitter?

"What are you laughing at?" Noticing Ivelle's movement, Jordan suddenly opened his mouth. His eyes was a little heavy.

She shook her head and said softly, "I just thought of something and thought it was funny."

"What's the matter?" He had the guts to ask, but she didn't have the guts to say it.

There was silence in the car.

Before long, she went to the villa. When she got out of the car, Marcela greeted her and said, "Are you feeling better? I've made you some porridge. Would you like to have some first?"

Ivelle smiled and shook her head. "Marcela, you just sent me chicken soup this morning. I can't drink more at this time."

She smiled and compromised, "Well, when I was hungry, my husband set up a swing in the yard and brought a lot of flowers. Would you like to go and have a look?"

Ivelle knew Marcela wanted her to relax and be happy, so she pulled a smile said, "Marcela, I am fine. I first need to go back to the bedroom to rest. You should not be busy anymore, so please also have a good rest."

When she got into the bedroom, she checked out all the clothes in the wardrobe, threw them on the bed, folded them all, and put them in the suitcase.

Jordan came up with something in his hand. Seeing her like this, his eyes looked on coldly. "What are you doing by packing up your things?"

She folded her clothes and said faintly, "I'm going to live in Victory apartment for a while."

The action of his men was held down by him, so when he looked at her, he was obviously angry. "Ivelle, what do you ultimately want?"

She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She was torn in her heart if she would ask him on what he meant on his question. Obviously, she didn't do anything, so why was she the one who got hurt in the end?

But at this time, she just looked at him and her eyes were calm. "Jordan, I don't want anything! I just don't want what happened one night to happen again!"

After a pause, she withdrew her hand, continued to pack her clothes, and said, "Jordan, we can't let the same mistake happen over and over again. You and I both know that a quarrel won't solve the problem, and I know you don't love me, so I will start to try to put it down."

"What do you mean 'put it down'?" He sneered, "Ivelle, what do you mean by putting down? Me?"

She didn't know why he was so anxious, so she sighed slightly and said, "Don't worry about this child. I will give birth to him safely and raise him well. I will not interfere in the affairs between you and Nicole."

"Ivelle!" The action in her hand was pressed by him. His face was cold and his whole body was full of hostility. "How many times do you want me to say that Nicole and I are just fine? Are you in such a hurry to leave that you have figured out a way out for yourself?"

She twisted her eyebrow and really didn't want to quarrel with him. "Jordan, do you think you have no fault in all this?"

He sank. "Do you want me to admit my mistake?"

She didn't know what to say. He wouldn't let her take her clothes, so she didn't take anything. She got up and went out of the bedroom.

He suddenly circled her from behind, then smashed up the bedroom door with a metaphorical look, "I won't stop you if you want to live there, but you have to live here until after you have the baby."

"Oh!" She wanted to laugh, "Jordan, do you care about the baby in my belly or your reputation? If you care about this baby, how can you do it again and again until I almost had a miscarriage? You are really ridiculous!"

Looking at his complicated face, she sneered even more. "Why do you want to leave me here? Do you want me to face this familiar house every day and live under the gloom of how I would want to die every day?"

Perhaps her words stung him as he shrank his black eyes and approached her with a cold expression. "So, in your heart, I am already so unbearable?"

She sneered, "Aren't you?"

Jordan's face was extremely displeased. "You with your so-called love."

She did not want to speak anymore on how her love no longer mattered. Looking at him, she was a little calm, "My love will slowly recover. You can be rest assured that I will not cause you any trouble."

"Oh!" After saying that word, Jordan slammed the door and left.