Chapter 503: Chapter 503

###Chapter 500 Encounter After Returning Home - Part 10

Ivelle felt her heartache for a moment and could not say a word.

"I have never known what a poppy looks like before. I have only heard others say it is beautiful but I have never seen it. I have seen it and smelled it when I was in Denmark. Indeed, as people say, once it is infected, it will be unforgettable. Jordan, you are very much like a poppy."

In the dark, Ivelle said but there was some contradiction.

Even though his face could not be seen clearly in the dark, she seemed to be able to guess his expression.

"Why did you go to Denmark?"

When he asked this question, he clasped his hand around her waist as if afraid that she would suddenly run away.

Ivelle was thinking about how to answer but in the end, she was not able to think of a reasonable retort. Ivelle smiled and said, "I went by mistake."

He seemed to frown. "Avoiding me?"

Ivelle pursed her lips and stopped talking. Maybe it was a good misunderstanding.

Didn't you say that if you can't give him a future, you might as well push it away with a little ruthlessness?

Long pain was not as good as short pain!

The hand on her waist seemed to have loosened a little and his voice was a little low. "Who are you with?"

For a moment, She thought about how she came back and said, "You should have asked me whom I came back with."

There was some faint coldness in the air. She thought he was angry.

"Ivelle, we shouldn't do this! You know very well in your heart that you can't hide, we won't be separated, we won't be separated because of anything. "

Ivelle pursed her lips and broke free of the hand that held her waist. There was some indifference in her voice. "Jordan, have you forgotten that there is a word in this world called not to love? I am not happy with you, everything in the past is like a knife in my heart and I can't face you because every time I see you, I think of that child who is blurred in flesh and blood. Because of your mistakes, I can no longer be a mother, Jordan, I beg you, leave me alone?"

In the dark, his tall and slender body staggered back. Ivelle despised his face and could only feel his despair by the choking atmosphere in the air.

Ivelle thought that maybe she had said enough and these words would make him let go.

"Is there nothing you can do about it?" He spoke with a nasal voice with a thick echo.

Her nose is sore and her eyes hurt. "No!" After a pause, she said, "Jordan, can we all let go and find a pure land for our own soul?"

Ivelle obviously felt the pain. She knew for the first time that when people were sad, all the nerves would affect them.

There was his pale laughter in the air. "Ivelle, what do you mean? Can you turn around and walk away like that?"

Ivelle pursed her lips and she didn't want to listen to him anymore. She was afraid. She was afraid that if she couldn't stop herself, she would rush up and hold him and tell him that she didn't want to leave but she couldn't give up at all.

She left the private room and found Grace.

They looked at her and wondered, "Are you constipated?"

No one could say this except Grace.

Ivelle was speechless, she glanced at her, sat back in her seat, and said, "I met a friend and had a chat!"

She wanted some gossip, "What friend? A man or a woman? Is he handsome?"

Rafaela's eyes fell on her and her lips had some disdain.

After a few bites, Ivelle lost my appetite. Grace suggested going to the Sing on the second floor.

They all agreed, after all, they decided that they must eat and play hard when they return home.

The second floor was entertainment space, the middle was a large billiard hall, surrounded by Sing private rooms, the purpose of this design was to consider that some people do not like to Sing. They can come out to play billiards, more humane.

Ivelle was a tone-deaf person. She can neither Sing nor dance nor shot.

At this point, Rafaela was very similar to her and she didn't seem to know it either. Of course, she may not like it.

After all, people like her would not like such a noisy environment.

After she sat in the box for a while, she felt a little bored and found an excuse to leave.

It was mainly Grace who motioned for her to leave for a while and asked her to sit and chat with William.

William was a cold man. I doubt that he would be able to come tonight. Ivelle thought that he was stimulated by something. Otherwise, he would have left a long time ago.

But he still sat quietly and was listening to several women shouting.

Out of the private room, in the billiards area outside there was basically a group of men getting together to play billiards, occasionally mixed with a few girls.

It was estimated that few people liked billiards.

It was nothing. I sat down on one side of the dugout, some of them were sitting around with nothing to do.

A woman was sitting next to me and I looked at her in hindsight. It was Rafaela.

At the end of one night, Ivelle didn't talk to her much. When she saw her sitting next to her, Ivelle was slightly stupefied. She looked at him a little unexpectedly.

"Do you know that man just now?" She said and sat next to her, her face a little cold.

Ivelle looked sideways and saw that she didn't look at her at all. She was just looking at the players at the table in front of them.

A man?

It turned out that she was talking about Jordan. Ivelle pursed her lips and said in silence, "What's the matter?"

She played with her hands and said, "There are a lot of things between people that need to be let go. I can let go of what happened in Denmark but you have to remember that you owe me."

Ivelle was stunned for a moment and did not speak.

After a pause, she continued, "Now that everyone has returned home and was planning to make friends, it was inevitable that we would continue to get along with each other in the future. If we continue to get along with each other like this, it would inevitably be embarrassing. God said that some people will still meet in circles and can't hide. This was called fate. Since this was the case, we can get along well."

Ivelle froze a little, looked at her, and did not speak.

When she saw that Ivelle didn't speak, she thought that she didn't agree with her and said, "You don't have to look like that. I don't care if you want to be so stiff."

After a moment of silence, Ivelle sighed slightly and said, "Rafaela, sometimes thinking too much is not a good thing. I don't regard you as an enemy nor do I want to treat you as an enemy."

"That's a friend!" She said, reached out to her, and said, "give me your phone!"

Ivelle handed her the cell phone in her pocket and then said, "My phone number has been added. I'll contact you later."