Chapter 267: Chapter 267

###Chapter 266 One Wrong Step - Part 4

After a pause, he said angrily, "And also, Jordan is very sick, even if you two are having a huge fight, you do not have to do so, he is still your husband, you do not need to say a word of greetings."

I can see that he is really angry and helpless.

Watching him leave, I sat in my seat for a while and got up for a long time.

The guests in the hall have finished. Liam Weld looked at me and said, "Shall we go to the Weld's house in the evening or shall I just take you back?"

Jordan is standing next to him.

After thinking about it, I said, "I'll take a taxi home later."

He disagreed, and as soon as he began to object, he shut up and motioned to me to look at the door.

Smooth lines of black luxury cars, usually see the most luxury cars are Lamborghini, Ferrari, May Bach, Bentley. This is the first time I saw Jordan being so flamboyant that he drove a Rolls-Royce.

However, at this kind of banquet, it is not uncommon that there are many luxury cars and famous cars.

The driver stood beside the car. When he saw me, the driver came forward and smiled and said, "Ma'am, your husband has been waiting for you for a long time. He is ill. You must hurry back!"

The implication is that Jordan is sick and is still waiting for me!

I subconsciously wanted to say no, but I saw the driver with a smile on his face, but his hands were pinching each other, looking a little anxious.

I couldn't help frowning. "Is he really very ill?"

The driver nodded, opened his mouth, and said, "It has been two days. He hasn't taken any medicine or gone to the hospital. You'd better have a good persuasion."

I looked back at Liam Weld and said, "Please tell uncle, I'll come and see him sometime!"

He nodded and his black eyes squinted toward the car.

I also had time to think about it. I walked a few steps to the side of the car and opened the door.

Jordan closed his eyes, his thin lips formed a line, and his handsome face was pale and colorless.

Subconsciously close to see him, the car did not turn on the heating, and the weather is cold as winter, and yet his forehead is still covered with sweat.

"What's the matter?"

He kept his eyes closed, his face sullen, and he didn't want to see me at all.

The voice was low and cold, with a bit of cold air, "If you don't come up, you'll go down."

There was no temperature in this remark, and there was some anger in it.

I pursed my lips and my shoes were so high that I took off my high heels, put my skirt in the car, and looked at the driver in the driver's seat, and said, "Please bring us to the hospital."

The driver was stupefied, looked at Jordan, and saw that he did not speak, so he started the car.

It is easy to get stuck in traffic in the capital, especially around ten o'clock in the evening.

When we got to the city center, the car couldn't go. Jordan frowned slightly, sweat was seeping from his forehead, his face was particularly ugly, and his eyebrows frowned tightly.

It looked particularly serious. When the corner of my eyes saw his slender fingers pressed on his abdomen, I was stunned and said to the driver, "Please stop at the intersection ahead!"

The driver thought I was going to get out of the car, hesitated, and said, "Miss Ivelle, we will be in the hospital soon. Please accompany your husband to see the doctor."

I help, since when have I become so cold-blooded in the eyes of others?

After a pause, I said, "There is a drugstore ahead. I will get him out of the car and buy some medicine."

"No!" This is what Jordan said.

I came in a moment of temper. I looked at him and said angrily, "Just shut up if you don't want to die!"

The car was parked by the side of the road. I didn't see the driver's stunned expression. I just opened the door with my skirt and got out of the car.

To tell you the truth, the dress is really not worn by people, procrastination is really troublesome, but also frozen.

Most especially in such a snow-cold place like Madrid.

When I came back from buying the medicine, I sorted it out and handed the Scald from the drugstore to the cold man and said, "I will take that medicine."

He didn't open his mouth and was as cold as ice. The driver saw that I was shivering, turned on the heat, and handed me his coat, and said, "Ma'am, put your coat on first."

I don't know when the black tuxedo suit on Jordan was taken off. It was the one-handed to me by the driver.

I am speechless, this man is really more ink than a woman.

Seeing that he still closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows, I could not help but say, "Jordan, take the medicine. If you don't want to eat it, it will hurt to death. I am very tired now, and I don't have the energy to accompany you."

With that, I put the medicine and Scald on the shelf, threw my coat on him, and opened the door to get out of the car.

He grabbed his wrist and said, "Where are you going?"

"It's none of your business!"

"Let's go home!" He spoke, his voice pressed so hard that the car started.

I was in no hurry to say more. I just looked at Jordan and yelled at him, "Take the medicine!"

He opened his eyes, and his black eyes were full of blood. It was conceivable that he had not had a good rest these days.

He refused to take the medicine and then continued to close his eyes and take a nap. The driver was a little confused and said, "Ma'am, shall we go to the hospital or not?"

"Let me go home!" Jordan spoke, and his voice was indisputable.

I pursed my lips and my head buzzed, "Jordan, please - "

"It will pass later!" He spoke with tiredness in his voice.

I'll say no more.

It was not long before we arrived at the villa. It was particularly inconvenient for me to carry my skirt. When I got out of the car, I saw that Jordan still kept his eyes closed.

The driver looked at me awkwardly and seemed afraid to touch Jordan carefully.

I sighed silently, walked up to Jordan, and said, "Jordan, we're home. Get out of the car!"

He opened his eyes, no movement, just motionless looking at me, eyes dreadfully deep.

After looking at each other for a long time, I finally failed. I held out my hand to him and said, "I'll help you down!"

He curled his lips and did not open his mouth, but he's tall, slender body was almost half of it on me.

I was originally carrying a skirt, high heels thief high, usually do not wear, so it is particularly difficult to walk.

It's even harder to be pinned down by him again.

But the words have been said, the driver has finished the task has left, I helped him into the small courtyard, watching to go around the garden to the bedroom.

It was not a good thing to feel that the house was big for the first time. He paused slightly and said, "Jordan, can you walk by yourself?"

He raised his eyebrows, a pair of eyes as dark as night fell on me, and opened his mouth faintly, "What do you think?"

Do not live for your own iniquity!

I finally helped him to the bedroom. I was not all right. When I put him on the bed, the first time I went to change my dress.

But because he moved too fast, he stepped on the skirt when he got up, so the tragedy happened.

The terrible thing about the breast-wiped dress is that it doesn't have a sling, and once it falls off, it's gone.

The heavy skirt slipped under my legs, and all I had on me were chest stickers and flesh-colored leggings.

There is basically no difference between having a chest patch and not having it. Jordan looked at me, and his face sketched a sarcastic sneer. "Can't wait for later?"

I pursed my lips and ignored his harsh words. I went into the cloakroom and put on my clothes. When I came out, Jordan was no longer in the bedroom.

The sound of water came from the bathroom.