Chapter 145. Children's Tragedies - Part 2

He smiled savagely. "Ivelle, are you still a woman?"

"You don't think if I'm a woman?" I waited for the elevator to open and went in.

He followed me and our conversation stopped.

We arrived at the restaurant.

I ordered a lot of dishes. Jordan watched me pick up food from the red pot.

He didn't like having steamboat. It was because even though it was tasteful, it seemed unsanitary. He has never eaten it or bothered to touch it.

As I was waiting for the dish to be cooked in the pot, I swiped through my phone since I was bored.

He took my phone away and said, "Don't play with your phone, it's bad for your eyes."

I pursed my lips and didn't say much.

As I stared at the cooked food that was near him, I saw the look of disgust in his eyes. I couldn't help but say, "If you really don't want to be here, you can go to the restaurant next to this place."

I didn't mean to say it in a bad way. I just felt that he sh