###Chapter 206 Jordan, Who Won Your Attention

He looked at Ivelle, as his eyes were furious and unfathomable. For a long time, he looked at her angrily and asked her. "Tell me, what am I going to do? What should be done?"

When Ivelle observed his attitude, she was extremely upset. "You don't have to do anything to me, you can do whatever you want in your heart. Since you want to take care of Nicole and you can't let her go, you should go to her."

"Oh!" His eyes blazed with rage but it was cold at the same time. His thin lips were etched with a cold smile. He sat up straight and took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket. "Ivelle, you are really good. Should I be glad to meet such a generous, gentle, and virtuous wife like you?"

This remark was full of sarcasm and cynicism.

She pursed her lips and said lightly. "Mr. Astley, you are so polite. This is what I should do."

'Well, I was just talking angrily.' Livid in her thoughts, Ivelle quietly rolled her eyes at him.

He took a long puff of his cigarette, looked at her with heavy eyes, and said solemnly. "Are you sure we should fight like this?"

She answered him hurriedly, annoyance and sarcasm dripped from her tone. "Fight? Are we quarreling?"

He suddenly sneered and smoked out the cigarette at his fingertips. "Do you have to talk like this?"

She looks enraged. "Jordan, what is the strange spirit of balanced dualism? I said everything you wanted to hear, didn't I?"

He took a breath and tried to suppress his anger. "What do you mean by that? Can you not put your supposition on me? What you want to say, what you want to do, you must tell me! We do not have to say these sarcastic words to hurt each other. We are husband and wife, not enemies. There is no need for us to quarrel to find out who is right and who is wrong. Ivelle, do you understand?"

Everything he said made sense. Ivelle looked at him with a half-smile on her lips. She got out of the car, picked up the brick on the flower bed, and handed it to him. "Well, what I want you to do most is to go up and beat that hypocritical and disgusting mother and daughter, and let them know that not everyone can be pestered. I want you to tell Nicole clearly that she is not qualified to touch or cling to Ivelle's man!"

Ivelle raised her eyebrows to look at him. Suddenly, she raised the brick in her hand like she was offering it to Jordan. "How about it? Are you going?"

He froze for a moment, looked at her dumbfounded, and said helplessly after a moment. "Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"No?" She pursed her lips and looked at him.

He smiled. "How many years do you want me to live in the police station? And then prepare to remarry? "

Ivelle gave him a blank look, threw the brick back on the flower bed, and got into the car.

When Jordan saw that her anger subsided, he smiled and asked her casually. "What do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry. I'm already full of gas, so there's no need for me to eat.'

He started the car, glanced at her, and said, "It seems that there hasn't been enough exercise lately. I'm hungry and let's do it after we get home."

As soon as he finished his words, Ivelle was stupefied. She realized what he meant and blushed instantly. She couldn't help and stare at him. "Jordan, you are shameless."

He drove very fast, glanced at her teasingly, and said. "We should not just do it twice a month. Ivelle, are you going to make me vegan?"

'My God, this man is hopeless.' She shook her head.

Seeing that Ivelle was angry, he added and teased her more. "I've been putting up with it since I came back from Hempstead. Are you going to suffocate me when you don't let me touch you for such a long time?"

"Jordan, you're not done, are you?" Heat crept up in the cheeks of Ivelle.

When they got back to the villa, he picked her up and went straight upstairs even before she got out of the car.

Marcela and Harper are not home and Jordan knew that they have the whole house for themselves.

In their bedroom.

She lowered her eyes and said unnaturally. "Jordan, it's broad daylight, so don't do anything."

Ivelle didn't hear him respond and saw Jordan approached her, she hurriedly opened her mouth and said. "Why don't you go and take a shower?"

He frowned. "What's the matter?"

She curled her lips. "We just got back from the hospital, and it's always right to wash first."

Ivelle hurriedly said excuse and didn't hear Jordan respond at all. She knew that if he would pounce on her all of a sudden, it would be useless for him to do too much foreplay.

Jordan sensed her mood. He took her coat off, hugged her across her arms, and went into the bathroom.

It was a little cold in the winter capital. Luckily, the heater was installed at home and the temperature in the bathroom was very high. It wasn't long before Ivelle blushed.

He put me in the bathtub and his muscular body came in, too. The bathtub was huge and there was no problem for them to fit.

"Don't keep rejecting me, Ivelle. We are husband and wife, and we are the closest people in the world. No matter what problems we have, we can solve them together. Biden's family is not as simple as you think. It will take a long time. We will face it together." Jordan whispered to her and said it with great resolve as if he took an oath.

His voice was low and his voice was softly tickling on her ears. Even the strength of his kiss was much lighter.

Ivelle was a little confused. She doesn't quite understand what he meant by that.

For several times, they made love. After their passionate tryst, she weakly laid on Jordan's chest, completely lost her strength.