Chapter 2 Do Not Go

• Before she was able to organize her thoughts, Lavelle saw that the bedroom door was open. Lavelle saw that he was wet and that he went straight into the bathroom without looking at her. After a few moments, she heard the water from the shower.
• At the time that he went back, Lavelle was not able to continue her sleep. She got up and put on her clothes. Lavelle took his pajamas out of the wardrobe and placed them at the bathroom door. Then, she went to the balcony.
• It was the rainy season, there was light rain outside and the sky was very dark. Everyone would hear the rainwater ticking on the bricks and tiles.
• Lavelle heard a noise behind her, she looked back and saw that Jordan had come out of the bathroom. His lower body was covered with a bath towel, his hair was wet and there were drops of water that were dripping down his sturdy body.
• He probably sensed that she was looking at him. He looked at Lavelle and frowned. "Come here!" He said in an emotionless tone of voice.
• Lavelle was obedient. She walked up to him and he threw towards me the towel in his hand. "Wipe it for me," he said in a low voice.
• He was always like this and she was used to it. He sat on the edge of the bed and Lavelle climbed into the bed, she was half-kneeling behind him as she started to wipe his hair.
• "Tomorrow is Grandpa's funeral. I should go to the old house earlier." When Lavelle opened her mouth, she didn't deliberately talk to him about the topic because he was so focused on Nicole and if she wouldn't mention it, Lavelle was afraid that he would have forgotten about it.
• "Hmm!" When he answered her, he said nothing else.
• Elle knew that he didn't want to communicate too much with her and because of that, she didn't say much. She dried his hair and she lay on the bed again, ready to go to sleep.
• Maybe it was because Lavelle was pregnant that she always felt very sleepy. Jordan would always say that he would go to study until midnight after he was done taking a bath. She didn't know why he changed his pajamas tonight and why he was laying down beside her.
• Although strange, she did not dare to ask. He suddenly put his arms around her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.
• Her pajamas were torn off by him, and Lavelle panicked for a moment. He pressed his hand there and she looked up at him.
• "Jordan, I."
• "No?" He opened his mouth, his black eyes as dark as night.
• Lavelle looked down, she didn't want to, but it was not up to her.
• "Could you be gentle, please?" The child in her womb was only six weeks old and it would be dangerous if he was not careful.
• He frowned and he did not speak. He just turned over and then he did not start gently. Lavelle rolled up in pain, she could only protect the child from harm as much as possible.
• With his ferocity, the rain outside the window became fiercer and fiercer. For a moment there was thunder and lightning and the lights fluctuated. After a long time, he got up and went into the bathroom.
• Lavelle was in such pain that she broke out in a cold sweat. She thought of taking some painkillers but she was worried about the child, so she gave up.
• "Ooh." The cell phone on the nightstand rang. It was Jordan's. Elle looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already 11:00 in the evening.
• Nicole was the only one she knew that had the guts to call Jordan at this hour.
• The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped. Jordan came out wrapped in a bath towel. He wiped his hand and picked up the phone. Lavelle didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said.
• She saw Jordan frown slightly and he heard him say, "Nicole, don't fool around!"
• With that, he hung up the phone and was ready to change his clothes and leave. In the past, Lavelle might have pretended to turn a blind eye but now, she grabbed Jordan and begged him softly, "Is it okay if you will not go tonight?"
• Jordan frowned and his face showed some coldness and displeasure. "Are you beginning to be presumptuous?"
• It was cold and ironic.
• Lavelle was stunned. For a moment, she was not able to stop herself from laughing. She looked at him and said, "Tomorrow is Grandpa's funeral. Even if you can't let her go, shouldn't you have a sense of propriety?"
• "Threats?" He squinted his black eyes and grabbed her jaw in a low, cold voice. "Lavelle, you've grown up."