Chapter 268: Chapter 268

###Chapter 267 One Wrong step – Part 5

There were so many things today that I went directly to the study and opened the headlines. As expected, the videos released by Erin Aster in the hotel tonight basically leaked out.

But to my surprise, it was clear that the Biden family had the ability to suppress it, but as Mr. Hastings said, the Biden family did not seem to interfere.

Even Erin Aster didn't do anything herself, and she seemed to be trying to get me to do the same.

I wanted to call Jon, but I thought it was getting late, so I gave up.

After sitting in the study for a while, Jordan had not come out of the bathroom when I returned to the bedroom.

Jordan took a bath very quickly and came out not more than ten minutes at a time. I have been sitting in the study for a while. He should have come out.

Worried about his illness and accident, I went to the bathroom door, raised my hand and knocked on the bathroom door, and said, "Jordan, are you there?"

There's no answer!

Worried about his accident, I raised my hand and twisted the doorknob. I thought he would lock it, but I unexpectedly twisted it.

Push open the narrow crack in the door, it is filled with hot and humid fog, I opened my mouth, "Jordan - "

Words did not finish, the man's strong abdomen suddenly appeared, I subconsciously looked up, is the man's sexy abdominal muscles.

Seeing that he withdrew his hand, he seemed to have come to open the door just now.

I was stupefied, a little embarrassed, "Aren't you done yet?"

He graciously said that he had probably just taken a bath and looked particularly handsome and his hair was still a little damp.

I staggered and he went out of the bathroom, his lower body wrapped in a bath towel, wiping the moisture from his hair neatly.

When you get sick, you are so free and easy!

Today, my makeup is a little thick. I went directly into the bathroom to take off my makeup and wash and took a bath by the way.

There was a washing machine in the bathroom. I threw the changed clothes in. Jordan's suit had to be sent out to be washed.

I didn't care much either. The blue object in the laundry basket was the shorts he had just changed.

I picked it up easily and washed it on the sink. On weekdays, he basically did all these personal items himself, and the rest were sent out for washing because they were basically highly subscribed, and occasionally some were thrown into the washing machine.

After three years of marriage, I have hardly washed any clothes for him. When I think about it, except for Nicole, everything else seems to depend on me.

During the walk-in, he opened the bathroom door and saw the blue object in my hand. Jun Lang's face slightly unaware for a moment, then said indifferently, "It is broken."

As soon as I was stupefied, I subconsciously looked down and saw that my cheeks were burning for a moment. "I washed it easily!"

His lips and dark eyes were obscure and metaphorical, but without saying much, he went into the bathroom and took out the watch he had just taken off from the cupboard.

A faint glance at the clothes in my hand, lips, out!

I.

Obviously husband and wife, why do I always think this picture is very awkward.

I hang the shorts. When I came out of the bathroom, Brad Silverman was already there. Jordan sat on the imperial concubine's chair and examined him calmly.

Bradi is involved in both traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine, so he likes to take a two-pronged approach when seeing a doctor.

When he saw me coming out of the bathroom, he withdrew his hand, looked for the medicine from the medicine box, and said, "Take the medicine on time if you don't want to die. I've already come back. Just don't die." The latter words were suppressed by Jordan's cold eyes.

Brad gave a cry, packed the medicine box, and was ready to leave. I followed him downstairs.

I kept talking in my heart, and I didn't know what to do, he said.

When he came to the door, he saw that I had been following. He looked back and raised his eyebrows at me. "Is there anything else?"

I nodded, took a breath, and said, "Dr. Silverman, can we talk?"

He raised his eyebrows, looked up at the watch on his wrist, and raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure you want to talk to me at this time?"

11:00 in the evening, it's not too late.

I nodded and said, "It won't take long, it's just a few words."

He folded his lips, went back to the living room, sat down, put down his medicine box, and looked at me. "Yes!"

I sat opposite him, poured him a glass of water, and said, "Dr. Silverman, you've been, have you ever seen Maisie?"

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on me, deep and distant, and frowned, "No, why?"

My heart was a little uncomfortable and blocked, and then I finally said, "She's gone."

When I said this, my hand trembled a little, but I still looked at him carefully and saw that his hand holding the water cup trembled slightly.

Then he looked at me with his lips and said, "She's gone? What do you mean?"

"She's dead." I had a sore nose and subconsciously bowed my head to press back the tears in my eyes.

With a very light movement, he put the water cup on the table, squinted, and his voice was low. "How did you know? How did you get there?"

"If you have a car accident, you will lose two lives with one body." I lied about the child, I don't want to tell him since it means Maisie, I will keep it!

He curled his lips and his eyes were particularly dark. "One corpse has two lives?"

I nodded. "She's pregnant."

He stared at me, a pair of eyes particularly deep, "Does this mean that the child is mine?"

I simply nodded.

He stopped talking, followed by a long silence, the air was confused with air-conditioning, and I unconsciously shivered.

For a long time, he looked at me with no expression on his face. He got up and looked at me coldly and said, "Is that what we're talking about?"

I was stunned for a moment and nodded. "I see." He got up and left the villa with the medicine box.

I was stupefied in the living room, so Maisie was just a passer-by who had never been remembered.

Mrs. Yeardly came in with a bag of things. Seeing me standing in the hall without saying a word, she couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong with Dr. Silverman? Such a tall man was fine when he came here, but he was as if he had lost his soul when he went out. What happened?"

"Like losing your soul?" I opened my mouth and looked at Mrs. Yeardly.

She nodded and said strangely, "Yes, I just came in and said hello to him, but he didn't respond and almost bumped into me in a daze."

I bowed my head and my mood was not so bad. Does this mean that for Brad Silverman, Maisie Rogers is not replaceable? Calming the pain in my heart, I turned upstairs and went into the bedroom.

Seeing that Jordan had changed into a suit and his hair was neatly combed, I was stupefied for a moment, "Are you going out?"

He gave me a faint look, his face extremely cold, and said, "No?"

I stopped talking for a moment, shook my head, and said, "No, it's late. It's still snowing outside. You're still sick and you're not fit to go out."

He sneered, scratching the curve of sarcasm, "What's the matter?"

I pursed my lips and couldn't say anything for a moment.

Okay!

It wasn't long before the sound of the engine starting came from the yard.

Standing in the bedroom, I pursed my lips and sighed, as if no matter what I did, it would be wrong in the end.