Chapter 833


    Chapter 833 He Was Thinking Too Much


    Gloria chucked and spoke softly.


    “Go downstairs and cook then. Or you can order takeout.”


    “Okay, but what if they’re not leaving?”


    Gloria smiled a scornful smile.


    “Pride won’t allow Jordy to stay here all the time. Don’t worry. They’ll be gone in a minute.”


    Gloria learned a few things about Jordy. After all, she had spent three years trying to figure out what he


    liked and satisfy him. She had tried her best to make him the best food in the world and give him


    everything,


    More specifically, she had a crush on him. She gave him everything she had got, but it was all for


    naught. Now Gloria felt tired.


    “There is nothing we can do,” said Nydia after she heard what Gloria just said. Nydia got up and


    continued, “I’m going downstairs to get something to eat. You go back to sleep. By the way, when did


    you eat? Are you hungry now?”


    “No, I’m not hungry. I ate just before you came. It hasn’t been too long.”


    Gloria lied. She hadn’t eaten for five hours. It was just that she didn’t want to go down there and see


    Jordy. Besides, she wasn’t very hungry.


    “Alright, I’ll go down there myself.”


    Nydia got up and headed downstairs. Sure enough, she saw Jordy and George still sitting on the


    couch. George was swiping his phone, while Jordy just sat there doing nothing. A chill that seemed to


    emanate not from outside but from within Jordy froze the whole living room.


    Nydia slowed down her pace. Both Jordy and George inclined their heads towards the sound of


    footsteps and saw Nydia. Then Jordy looked away with a cold face, while George raised an eyebrow at


    her.


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    “Were you asleep? How is Gloria doing?”


    Knowing that Gloria didn’t want Jordy to know too much, Nydia responded imperturbably.


    “Gloria is sleeping. I’m hungry and want to get something to eat.”


    George nodded and said with a smile, “I just cooked two tes of spaghetti, and I think they taste


    good. You want me to cook you one?”


    Nydia looked at George suspiciously and asked, “Can you cook?”


    “Of course I can, and I rook very well. You sure you don’t want it?”


    George crossed his legs as he said it. He looked cocky, his long legs dangling. Jordy could tell from his


    sitting posture that it Nydia said yes, George would immediately jump to his feet and head for the


    kitchen.


    Jordy pursed his lips. When did George be so proactive? Does he realize Carlos and I are right?


    Jordy didn’t say his thoughts out loud.


    Nydia remained doubtful about what George just said and spoke with contempt.


    No, no, I’m not gonna eat any terrible food. What if I end up in the hospital and you take my stuff


    away?”


    George’s face dropped as he said coldly, “Fine, I’m not begging you. And for thest time, it’s not your


    stuff. It’s mine! Do you understand? You just keep it for a few days, and I’ll take it back one day!”


    Jordy looked surprised.


    I was thinking too much.