Ivelle moved her stiff feet and walked towards the villa without going to Jordan Astley. Her face was a little wooden with cold.

Harper did not know what had happened and asked with some worry.

Jordan spoke in a low voice and replied faintly, "It's all right. Let her have a rest first!"

Jordan followed her into the hall. He reached for her and touched her cold hand. His brow was frighteningly cold. "Ivelle, are you abusing yourself for him?"

She threw him away, feeling strange and disgusted with him. "Let me go!"

Jordan's thin lips tightened, and his handsome face was taut.

He stood in front of her. His...