Chapter 825 He Must Be Mad

• Ernest was a man. Being fed by a man?! What if someone saw it and told it to someone else? How would they see him? What if they got the wrong idea? So, Jordy refused. "I'll help myself." Gloria said no, "That would be impossible. I don't think you can even move now." Gloria took the tray from Ernest and fed Jordy. And Jordy was very cooperative. Ernest noticed that and wiped the corner of her mouth. He despised Jordy. He had never seen such an actor like him! However, he would never put his thoughts into words. He didn't forget what his boss had told him. Ernest hung his head and said to Gloria, "Miss white, I'll leave you if you don't need anything else." "OK. Thank you," Gloria nodded. Then she asked Jordy with concern, "Do you like it? Want some water?" It suddenly brought back to Jordy the memories of their three years of marriage. She had once been a good housewife, cooking for him and taking care of his life. While he had... He hadn't realized until now that she was very different from before. Her good character and nature were never faked. At the sight of Jordy's cool and thoughtful face, Gloria couldn't help frowning, "You don't like it? What's wrong?" "Nothing. I like it." "Are you sure?" From his look, Jordy's answer was not convincing.
• "OK." Since he had said it, Gloria stopped asking. But Jordy suddenly realized something. She hadn't eaten anything. Jordy frowned and compressed his lips, "I think I should do it myself." Strangely, he had stopped rejecting her taking care of him. He was even... Yes, enjoy was the word to use. But it still couldn't be him first and then her. At that, Gloria was surprised, "You have some serious wounds. You tell me how can you do it yourself?" Wounds on his chest and arms, the pain from stitching, and the medicine. Even Jordy was strong-willed, he would never fight the physical pain. If it hadn't been for Jordy, the bullets would have penetrated her heart and forehead. He had saved her life, so helping him eat and taking care of him was not a big deal. She could do it. Jordy finally raised the problem, "You haven't eaten yet. You can't just give me a bite and give yourself a spoonful, can you?" Jordy compressed his lips as he said it. His eyes were not as cold and unkind as before. Even if he didn't care, she would not agree. "I'm not hungry," Gloria smiled, "This is only for one. I'll finish you first." "OK, come, open your mouth!" Gloria held a spoonful to Jordy's mouth. They were sitting very close now. And the way they behaved... It was like they were relatives, lovers, or a married couple: one was sick and the other takes care of him. And what they were doing now was also part of daily life. If they had not been divorced...
• The idea flashed by in Jordy's mind and it scared him. He had never regretted any of his decisions. But now he had time after time when it came to Gloria. He must be mad! Not Grown Up In Threats Seeing Jordy didn't open his mouth, Gloria frowned, "What is it, Jordy?" "Nothing." Jordy denied it at once. But Gloria noticed the obvious panic in his eyes when he hung his head and ate. Jeez! She had never seen him like this. It was not something she would see a lot! But she didn't expose him. Jordy only finished one-third of the food Ernest had brought in. He was wounded after all. Besides, Gloria had always spoiled him with her cooking. Gloria cleaned up and said, "I'll cook dinner for you. On one condition. Don't make any more requests." "OK." Jordy responded and saw Gloria off with his eyes. Meanwhile, back at home. George had driven himself to Nydia's apartment. He called Nydia, "Are you in bed now? Come downstairs if you are not." It was twelve at might night. After her call with Gloria, Nydia had handled some work and done her beauty ritual. She wouldn't have picked up George's phone if it had been an urgent call at midnight. Surprisingly, George had asked her. She looked down through her window. George was leaning against his fire-red sports car. She looked down and caught George's raised face. On the fifth floor, Nydia could see George's wild smile. She slammed her window and the click was loud.