###Chapter 196 Going To Hempstead To Meet Kyle Branson - Part 1

###Chapter 196 Going To Hempstead To Meet Kyle Branson - Part 1

As soon as Aaron Badger left, Jordan Astley gave Ivelle Astley a cold look and the anger on his face was obvious.

Well, this should be her fault.

"What, then? He's drunk!" She opened her mouth, feeling a little guilty.

He curled his lips and narrowed his black eyes. "So?"

She was stunned, so?

And so?

After thinking about it, she said, "I have nothing to do with him. He drank too much just now. I just met Kyle Branson in the restaurant. She seems to be defeated now. Did you do that?"

He frowned with obvious anger in his voice. "Ivelle, you are changing the subject!"

Yes, she was!

Looking at him, she pursed her lips and was not going to speak. She looked at him with her eyes open and said nothing.

Seeing her like this, he became even angrier. "Don't you want to explain?"

She curled her lips. "I explained, but you wouldn't listen!"

"You..." Looking at the way he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, Ivelle felt bad for a moment.

Jordan paused and said, "How about this? Anyway, I just beat up Aaron, and it's not bad for me. You can beat me up, too, and you can take out your temper on me."

Apart from this, she couldn't figure out what to do.

He could not laugh nor cry, and he replied, "I still want to kill you!"

He gave her a cold look, and he turned straight away.

This was the street, and there was a lot of noise. It was estimated that the beating he did just now had long been posted on the Internet, and it was estimated that there would be trouble again.

Ivelle trotted behind him, and he got into the car coldly. She reached for the door next to the driver's seat, but it couldn't be opened.

The frame of his car was so high that she had to stand on tiptoe to see him. "Jordan, what are you doing?"

"Walk back!" Coldly throwing this sentence to her, he then left with the car.

Ivelle stayed where she was, half confused and lost in her mind.

What a scene!

It was not difficult to take a taxi in the city center, but she signaled several times and there were always people on the cabs.

After a while, a black Cadillac stopped in front of her and the window was rolled down, revealing Brad Silverman's usual serious face.

"Madam, Boss Astley asked me to take you back!"

Ivelle curled her lips. It seemed that this was the first time he called her ma'am. She used to be a rusty Miss Ivelle.

But she was still angry and couldn't breathe properly. "Why didn't he just let me freeze to death in the street?"

Brad said, "Ma'am, the temperature in Hempstead at night is 7-8 degrees at most. If you stay overnight, you won't freeze to death. You'll just catch a cold!"

Wow!

"Will, I do not die if I catch a cold?" Ivelle had seen firm men, but she had never seen such a firm man as he was.

He nodded and paused. "But the chance of dying from a cold is not very high unless you are infected with other viruses."

What a laugh!

Ivelle shut up, opened the door, got in the car, and said directly, "Thank you. Take me home!"

He nodded with his serious face.

When the car was about to arrive at the villa, she couldn't help but say, "Brad, where's your girlfriend?"

"Ma'am, I don't have a girlfriend!"

She nodded and said, "Well, you're going to be furious to have a girlfriend like you."

He looked at her, drove very seriously, and said faintly, "I'm married!"

She felt as if she was finding herself in shame, so she just shut up completely.

When she got to the villa, she got out of the car and went straight back to the villa.

The light in the hall was on, and she changed her shoes on the porch. She saw the man sitting in the living room calmly drinking tea and reading.

She couldn't help spitting out two words, "So pretentious!"

Jordan frowned and looked at her coldly, saying nothing but kept on looking.

She ignored him for a moment and went upstairs.

"Ivelle, stop!" He suddenly opened his mouth. He yelled at her and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

She looked back at him and said, "What?"

He laughed angrily. "I messed with you, and you were right to do something wrong yourself. Where did you get it?"

She pursed her lips and stared at him. "You're just always the right one for yourself, huh?"

Jordan Astley.

He took a breath and said directly about his purpose. "I won't argue with you anymore about what happened today. Stay away from Aaron in the future."

"I have to work!" As Ivelle said that, she bowed her head and said, "Besides, Aaron is drunk tonight."

When Jordan pulled his wrist, he endured his anger for a long time. "Ivelle, what else do you want me to do?"

Looking at him, she was really angry. She looked up at him and said, "Well, I'll see him as little as possible. I'll know the line myself. You and Nicole are like that. Aaron and I have nothing. You don't have to worry about everything like this!"

It was a habit to mention Nicole Blakeley. Although Ivelle knew that there was nothing between Jordan and Nicole, she couldn't help mentioning her whenever they quarreled.

His face darkened dreadfully. "What's that like? What do you know to conclude that I had a relationship with Nicole? Is this for revenge or amusement, Ivelle? What do you think are you doing?"

This topic couldn't go on, and there would be a big quarrel if it went on.

Looking at his angry face, Ivelle thought about it and said, "Jordan, I was wrong. I will try my best to keep my distance from him and will not go beyond it."

He was stupefied for a moment and squinted. "Ivelle, is there something you're not telling me?"

Why would she apologize? Why did she have to be soft? She was really speechless. Their relationship didn't mix well with oil and salt at all.

After taking a breath, Ivelle tried to pull a good-looking smile. "Jordan, I've said everything I need to say. Now, do you believe it or not?"

If she kept talking, she would be pissed off.

Ignoring him, she went straight upstairs.

He grabbed her wrist.

She was completely angry. "Jordan, aren't you done?"

"Don't be angry. Go up later and get me something to eat first. I'm hungry." He spoke and his face was much better.

She was not angry anymore. "Don't you have your own hands?" It was estimated that not long after he arrived in Hempstead, the babysitter did not stay anymore in the villa at night.

He curled his lips and said, "I'm hurt!" As he said that, he put his hand in front of her, looked at her, and said, "It was due to the fight just now."

If Ivelle hadn't seen how he hit Aaron just now, she would have thought he would have really gotten hurt.

There was only a small red mark, which was probably scratched by accident when he beat someone else up by himself.

"Jordan, your cheek is really that thick, huh?" There was no point going on.

He raised his eyebrows. "You can touch it and see if it's as thick as you say." He stretched out his face, looked at her, and said, "I'm really hungry. I haven't eaten all night."

Ivelle froze.

This guy was suddenly acting like a spoiled child?

Really?

She was not sure anymore.

After a pause, she went to the kitchen where the babysitter prepared a lot of fresh dishes.

She didn't usually know how to cook, so she could only cook noodles simply. She found a tomato and a few spring onions so washed them with hot water.

Jordan leaned against the door frame with his hands in his arms like an uncle. When he saw her, she washed a tomato and spring onions. He couldn't help but be stupefied. "Are you going to cook noodles?"

"Hmm!" Apart from noodles, she couldn't do anything else.