###Chapter 187 People Lost In A Sea Of People – Part 4
I looked very pale and tried to control my emotions. I pulled my lips and said sarcastically, "You dislike me by insulting me so unscrupulously, don't you? With that being the case, why does Mr. Astley have to pick me up all over again? "
After a pause, my voice was bitterly cold. "Does Mr. Astley know what is appropriate? A man who insults me in every way, what should I do to his family? Give a humble compliment? Or is it upside down like licking a dog? Mr. Astley, I'm afraid you've never been reluctant to say such heavy words to Nicole Blakeley, have you?"
He stared at me motionless with his black eyes.
He pinched my jaw so badly that I endured it and continued, "Jordan said that your wife is not the lady you went out for thousands of thousands of people to find. As long as you lie on the bed and lean on you, you can let you insult and scold you. I am a human being, and I do not tend to abuse myself. I can't keep a man who respects my protection. A man doesn't love me. I have to find someone to insult and torture me. I can't even protect my own child. He won't let go."
Watching his cold, thin lips pursing, breathing low, for a long time, he loosened me and hung up the caller ID on his cell phone.
He took the car keys and left.
He has his pride, but I don't?
People are mutual!
There was the roar of the engine in the yard, followed by the sound of the car going away.
I was powerless to sigh, fell on the sofa a little tired, and screwed up again.
Obviously, I just need to be patient. I didn't come back to quarrel with him. I pushed him away. It was cheaper for Nicole Blakeley.
It was still early and there was no way to fall asleep at this time, so I called Liam Weld, asked for the address, and went straight over.
Bailemen.
I have been here several times, so I asked Liam Weld's private room door, and I went straight in.
I thought he had an appointment to talk about things, but unexpectedly, he ordered alone and opened the wheat to drink and amuse him at the same time.
When he saw me arrived, he patted the position beside him and raised his voice. "Come on, sit down!"
I pursed my lips, sat down, turned off the stereo, looked at him, and said, "Drink to drown your sorrows?"
He glanced sideways at me, threw the microphone aside, and said, "I heard that Jordan picked you up."
I nodded, poured a glass of wine, drank it, and said, "What has happened to Nicole Blakeley recently?"
He leaned back in his chair and said, "After Erin knew about the last video, she asked someone to hack my computer and delete all the video and take-off pictures."
I twisted my eyebrow. "Is she on her guard?"
He raised his eyebrow. "You're out so late. Where's Jordan Astley?"
"He went somewhere to take care of his family," I said coldly. He nodded. "I'm afraid the old man Richard Badger won't last much longer."
With that, he looked at me. "Don't you want to have a look? Aaron Badger has been nice to you."
I have to find a chance to go alone and change the subject. "There's nothing Nicole Blakeley can do about it?"
He pursed his lips, took a few sips of wine, and said, "So you think I have nothing but good looks?"
I.
"Not at all!" I've never seen such a shameless person.
He exhaled and said, "I mailed the photo to her. Nicole Blakeley's due date is at the end of the year. What are you going to do?"
This question is let me stupefied, cannot help frowning, "What am I supposed to do?" He probably thought I was a little stupid, so he looked at me like an idiot and said, "You're not going to let her baby be buried with her?"
I can't help but pursue my lips and say something harsh, but if I really want to kill an unborn child, what's the difference between me and Erin?
Seeing me hesitate, he sighed, "It's not a good thing to be too soft-hearted. It's easy for you to get back at Nicole Blakeley, but it's more difficult to deal with Erin. This woman has a heart of stone over the years."
"No matter how hard-hearted she is, there is always a weaker spot. But since Nicole Blakeley is easy to deal with, it won't be that difficult." The best revenge is to watch what you hold in the palm of your hand break.
Seeing this, he stopped talking and looked at me and said, "To remind you of one thing, neither of Nicole Blakeley's children belongs to Jordan Astley."
I frowned and frowned at him. "How did you know?"
He shrugged. "When I inadvertently challenged the difficult problem, I saw that Nicole Blakeley seemed to have been stronger than before, but later she got pregnant, but she accidentally lost it. Now, this should be an accident, and Kian Hastings is cautious. However, seeing what Nicole Blakeley means now, it is estimated that he has designated Jordan Astley, a cheap man, to sit on the baby's father, so he insists that the baby belongs to Jordan."
I can't help but be surprised. "Does Erin know about this?"
He shook his head. "Up to now, Kian Hastings doesn't even know who the child is. I'm afraid only Nicole Blakeley insists that the baby belongs to Jordan Astley, and Erin naturally recognizes Jordan as a married man."
So, Erin is bent on getting rid of my child, just to make way for Nicole Blakeley's belly?
"Does Jordan know that the child is not his?" In this matter, Jordan seems to have said before that he had nothing to do with Nicole Blakeley.
He sneered. "He doesn't even know if the baby is his. He has shit in his head."
I.
Okay!
In this way, although Jordan Astley is taking good care of Nicole Blakeley, he did not touch her, but why didn't he explain to me?
But come to think of it, according to my temper, I wouldn't believe him even if he explained it a hundred times.
I have to say, Nicole Blakeley's brother is so clever that he can choose such a man to protect the welfare of his sister when he dies.
Knowing that the baby is not his own, but also carries these reputations.
"What are you thinking about?" Liam Weld patted me and said, "My birthday is coming. You have to give me something. If I help you like this, I can't do anything to you. It's not cost-effective to think about it."
That's what I said.
I folded my lips and said, "What do you want?"
"Anything honey!"
This.
"Clothes? A tie? Belt?" I really can't figure out what to give for his birthday.
He looked at me and his black eyes sank. "It's more appropriate to send you."
I sneered, "Do you want the body?"
"Be careful, don't be perfunctory, don't buy those useless ones, what you make with your own hands is more interesting."
I am speechless for a moment, and it is not in ancient times that I personally embroidered a purse or forbidden belt. After all, this is a gift. Is it not the same to buy one?
Back at the villa, it was already 11:00 in the evening. And Jordan didn't come back yet either. Mrs. Yeardly was in the living room as if she were embroidering something.
When she saw me, she put down what she had in her hand and began to sound. She looked at me and smiled. "You're back."
I nodded faintly and turned to pour water, but the water in the water dispenser was all cold water. I pressed it several times, but there was no response.
Sister-in-law Yeardly said, "Would you like some water?" Just now I mopped the floor and accidentally knocked it down. It may have been broken. Now it's too late for me to ask someone to come and fix it. Why don't I go and burn some for you? "
I shook my head and saw that she had packed her things and was ready to go back to the backyard for a rest. It seemed that she was waiting for me. I looked at her and said, "No, stop bothering yourself, Mrs. Yeardly. You can go back and have a rest. I'll sit down for a while and have a rest."